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Mr. Peaslee' s Cure for Temper 


"/^OUNTIN' a hund'ud before you give 
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this mornin' I c'd have counted up to a 
thousand, and only kep' gettin' wuss." 

"What madded you like that?" asked 
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"Clem Wallis," Mr. Peaslee replied. "I 
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"I don't see anything in that to be worked 
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"I was glad 'nough to have the laths," 
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right on top of about fifty t'mato plants. 

"I d'know when I've been so madded," 
Caleb confessed honestly, "and b'fore I'd 
thought what I was doin' I out of my 
yard and along the road to'rds Wallis's 
with a notion in my mind of givin' him one 
talkin'-to that he'd remember for a spell! 

"You know what a nice mornin' it was — 
jest breeze 'nough to temper the air and 
make the bob-o'-Hnks joyful; and as I poked 
along the road nursin' my temper I found I 
had to lick myself some to keep my mad up 
to a heat. And then I come to old man 
Parlin's place and saw him out in the yard 
putterin' 'round in the little patch of garden 
he makes out to have every year, spite of the 
fact that he's so gone with a shock that his 
right side ain't any more use to him than 
it would be if it was made out of spruce 

"I stopped, and he steadied himself with 
his hoe and dragged his leg 'long to git 
nearer the fence, and we stood there talkin ' ; 
I kind of praised him up over his garden, and 
he colored up like a girl about it. 

" 'I s'pose it may sound some like braggin", 
Kellup,' he says, 'but I'm a mite sot up my- 
self over what I'm able to do. I have some 
bad luck, of course — everybody does in this 
world, I don't care how close they figger; 
and Bill Spencer's kids tramped down 
most of my lettuce yest'day, when they 
fetched my mail up from the office, but I 
righted it up, and about all of it's doin' well 
'nough ; you'd scurcely notice it'd been 
tramped on. And that hail-storm early in 
the week beat all of it flat; but I keep at it 
and fight cut-worms and birds, and one way 
and 'nother I manage to keep it growin' and 
lookin' pretty good, if I do say it!' And he 
beamed at me till I was so ashamed of my- 
self that I c'd feel my face gittin' hot ! 

"There I was, an able man for my age 
lettin' myself git into a passion over the 
very thing Parhn was takin' as a reg'lar part 
of makin' a garden — and him with only one 
side he c'd use to do anything with. And jest 
then a wagon pulled up behind me, and I 
heard Clem Wallis holler at me. 

"T was jest goin' over to your place, 
Kellup,' he says. T was mortified 'nough 
after I hove them laths over the fence this 
mornin'; I looked over afterward, same's a 
person will, and I found I'd landed 'em right 
on top of some of your growin' t'matoes. 
And I figgered if I put right back home I c'd 
get plants to take their places and get back 
b'fore you found out what I'd done. 

" 'But now you're here I might's well own 
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"And with that he showed 'em to me — 
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" 'That's the kind of a neighbor Kellup is.' 
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ST, T notice you ain't got any t'matoes, 
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December 9, 192.6 


He began to understand be was lost. Then the terrible madness of the hills laid hold of him 

The Finding of the Chuckwalla 

BY eight o'clock in the morning the ore 
wagons of the Defiance Mine had 
rumbled down into the desolate 
valley of Salt Wells. All the ore from 
the Defiance was then carried to the railroad 
iti the heavy wheeled ore wagons, by eight- 
een and twenty mule teams, and was well 
worth the carrying. Elie's father and the 
swamper lay asleep in the trail wagon, but 
Elie had waked at dawn and begged to be 
taken up beside the driver. There he clung 
forlornly to the high springless seat, watch- 
ing the sand drip back from the broad tires 
and listening to Ike Mallory's endless remi- 
niscences of the road. 

"See that pile of rocks over there by the 
creosote bush, coming out of the wash?" 
Ike asked. "That's where we buried the 
Chinaman that got lost trying to walk in 
from Oilman's. That was in the middle of 
summer, and he was three days without 
water. We put them rocks on him to keep 
the coyotes from digging him up." 

Ike had been talking steadily, and with a 
purpose, for two hours and was beginning to 
feel the unaccustomed strain. After all, he 
had accomplished nothing, for the boy's 
thoughts came listlessly back to the matter 
that all Ike's direful tales could not make 
him forget. 

"Ike," he said, "where's my mother?" 

Mallory shouted at his leaders and llii ked 
his wheelers with the whip, before he spoke: 
"Oh, your ma? Well, she has gone Down 
Below, ain't she?" Down Below is a general 
term in mining vocabularies, meaning some- 
where about the Bay country. 

"What for, Ike?" 

"Why — um — you see it ain't very healthy 
in these parts, leastways not for women, and 
your ma, she couldn't stand it! She's gone for 
her health." Ike flattered himself that he had 
turned this hard corner very well indeed and 
devoted the next few minutes to getting his 
eighteen mules out of imaginary difficulties. 

Elie looked wistfully toward the dim 
horizon, rimmed round with the barren 
hills beyond which his mother had passed. 

"She'll come back, won't she.- 1 " He ven- 
tured timidly. 


Illustrated by Frank E. Schoonover 

"Oh, yes, she'll come back; certainly 
she'll come back," responded Ike with an 
air of profound cheerfulness. "Sure, she'll 
come back." 

"When," the boy asked and then, before 
the teamster had time to frame a reply, said 
again, "Will she come back when my father 
finds the Chuckwalla?" 

If it had not been for the pity in his voice, 
you might have thought that Mallory 
wanted to laugh when he answered, "Oh, 
yes, when your pa finds the Chuckwalla, 
she'll come back," then turned and winked 
slowly at the wide uncovered sky and the 
honey-colored plain. "But, if I was you," he 
went on gently, "I wouldn't say anything to 
your pa about it. He hates to have her gone, 
the same as you do, and if he was to see you 
fretting about it he might feel wuss." 

The ore wagon crawled on across the level 
sands toward Posada. Through the heat of 
the day Elie lay on the hay in the trail 
wagon and between dozing and dreaming 
thought of his mother, thought of what Ike 
had said, and then of the Chuckwalla, 

Elie had heard so much of the Chui kwalla 
that he thought he remembered all about it. 
In reality much of it happened before he 
was born. Powell Rankin was foreman of the 
Queen when he went down to Sacramento to 
be married. A young foreigner, a Swede, had 
been prospecting for Rankin and himself on 
a grub stake and while Rankin was still 
away had word that took him hastily home. 

He left some ore he had found with the 
uss. Lyer at the Queen and wrote to Rankin a 
brief letter of directions for finding the 
ledge from which it came. When Rankin re- 
turned, three months later, almost the first 
person to meet him was the assayer. 

I'll. it's a good thing that Anders found," 
he said; "$500 a ton, I make it, and mostly 

Then Rankin discovered that he had lost 
the letter of directions. All that he could 

remember was that the ledge lay somewhere 
in the range of hills that circled about the 
valley of Salt Wells, and that it cropped out 
under a slightly overhanging wall of coun- 
try rock, in which the Swede had roughly 
cut the name "Chuckwalla." The letter of 
directions had also contained Anders' ad- 
dress, and he never wrote again. 

It had been a holiday occupation at first 
for Rankin to hunt for the Chuckwalla, full 
of zest and pleased anticipation. But the 
zest and the anticipation wore thin by the 
end of the summer, which saw also the end 
of Rankin's savings. He took up his work 
then, but the fever had burned into the 
very marrow of his life. If he worked hard 
now and lived scantily, it was that he 
might have more money to spend looking 
for the Chuckwalla. By the end of the 
winter rains he had left his work again, in 
the fierce need he felt to be following his 
rainbow hopes into the heart of the in- 
hospitable hills. 

When he saw that his young wife was 
secretly grieved, his fever waxed fiercer that 
he might terminate his labors and her grief 
by finding the Chuckwalla, with all possible 
speed. Doggedly and persistently he pros- 
pected the Argus range, moving from camp 
to camp as a basis of operations. These were 
some of the things that Elie remembered, the 
frequent moves that pleased him so much 
that he could never understand why his 
mother was not pleased also. Another thing 
that he did not understand was that, from 
being foreman, his father had come to take 
his daily shift with pick and drill. 

Everybody had heard of the Chuckwalla, 
and very many disbelieved in it entirely. 
"When Rankin finds the Chuckwalla" had 
become a byword from Squaw Gulch to 

At last when Elie was eight years old they 
had come to Minton, where people took a 
great deal of notice of his pretty mother. 

Elie was sure that she was very much hap- 
pier here. Often after he had gone to bed he 
could hear her laughing and talking with 
company. So it was quite impossible for Elie 
to understand, when he woke three mornings 
ago, with a sudden sense that the house was 
very still and empty, that he had lost his 

Two days his father sat white and stricken 
in the silent house, and then in the third 
night they had come away in the ore wagons 
to the Defiance. 

THE DEFIANCE lay in a blind gully, the 
most isolated of all the mines in the 
Argus Mountains. The mouth of the mine 
opened out of the steep slope of huge red 
hill, and the cook-house stood down on the 
floor of the rift by a trickling brackish spring. 
Elie played back and forth between them 
with the mouse-colored burro that belonged 
to Salty Bill, foreman of the day shift. Elie 
chased chuckwallas, the big fat white-fleshed 
lizards that the Indians eat, and gathered 
wild flowers beginning to spring boldly up 
under the blustering warm rains; but the 
greatest pleasure he had was to mount the 
burro and prospect all along the big red hill 
that held the Defiance in its stony core. He 
brought in vari-colored bits of rocks that the 
men pretended to examine seriously and 
praised extravagantly. 

"You are a fine prospector, you are," said 
Salty Bill. "I shouldn't wonder if you found 
the Chuckwalla yet." 

"Don't put that notion in his head," said 
another gruffly. "It has spoiled the good 
man already." 

That night Elie dreamed of his mother. 
He often did that, and, though he could 
never remember the dreams, he awoke with 
a strange, sore longing for the sight of her 
face or the sound of her voice. He went out 
and sat on the ore dump when he felt this 
way, because from there he could see out 
across the low hill that shut in Defiance 
Gulch to the far slopes of fawn and blue, 
beyond which his mother might possibly be. 

The burro came and nosed inquiringly 
about the foot of the dump. In some way 

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that reminded Elie of what Salty Bill had 
said yesterday, and then of what Ike had 
said at Salt Wells. Then it came swiftly into 
his mind that he should go out himself and 
find the Chuckwalla. 

The black mouth of the Defiance had 
swallowed up the day shift and the night 
shift were getting themselves quietly to bed 
when Elie strapped a bit of blanket to the 
burro's back, and carried the old saddle- 
bags in which he kept his outfit to Hop Lee, 
the cook. 

"Put in plenty," he said, in a quaint 
grave way he had; "I expect to be gone 
some time." Hop Lee laughed and filled the 
bags with scraps of cold food. 

"You get plenty lich, bye and bye, you 
Iemember me," he said. 

So Elie went out to find the Chuckwalla, 
and Hop Lee waved a towel at him as he 
rode around the point of the red hill. 

It was so fair a day, the far hills melted so 
softly into each other, and the nearer slopes 
were so gay with flowers that he rode on for 
some time quite content to be out of doors 
and moving. He crossed a little sandy flat 
and turned toward the black rocks of an old 
volcanic country, where he forgot his pros- 
pecting to look for Indian arrow points in 
the wash of a long dried stream. He gathered 
wild flowers and hammered "specimens" off 
strange ledges and rode into and out of 
blind gullies and all possible places where a 
mine might be; so he played the whole day 
happily away, until the triangular shadows 
shot out from the foot of the hills, and he 
had not yet found the Chuckwalla. 

When he finally turned the burro's head 
toward where he supposed the Defiance to be 
he was surprised to find how far he had 
come. He rode on cheerfully while the long 
twilight of high altitudes faded slowly. 
There was no moon that night, but the stars 
above the treeless Hills winked open quietly 
one by one, and Elie wondered why he did 
not see the high red cone standing up behind 
the Defiance. 

The burro ambled on steadily in an old 
faint trail he had found, and the boy dozed 
and nodded on his back, tired out, but not 
afraid, for he did not know yet that he was 
lost. Presently from dozing he fell into sleep, 
drooped forward on the burro's back, mov- 
ing every moment farther from his father 
and the mine. 

The Argus Hills are barren and inhospi- 
table, but the sleep they give is deep and 
sweet. Elie hardly knew when the burro, 
stumbling among the bunch grass, shook him 
gently down among the stubby tufts. He 
scrambled sleepily to his feet and ran on a 
few steps until he touched the burro; but the 
burro had a mind to lie down also, and they 
dropped down together, the boy with his 
arm across the burro's back, and slept 
quietly on into the starlight night. 

"DANKIN worked on the day shift and 
-*■*- looked always to find Elie waiting for 
him when he came blinking out of the shaft. 
Hop Lee explained that the boy had gone 
prospecting, and the men pretended to 
make light of it, but within an hour they 
were all out upon the neighboring hills, call- 
ing and peering into the gathering dusk. 
They lighted a fire on the red hill and re- 
strained Rankin by force from rushing 
blindly out into the night. 

"We will start just as soon as it is light 
enough to see his tracks," said Long Tom 
Basset, "and don't you worry. That burro 
has got the sense of a human, and he will 
come straight back to camp. The boy is all 
right anyway; there isn't anything in the 
hills that can hurt him, bigger than a jack 
rabbit." Nevertheless Long Tom inquired 
carefully of Hop Lee as to the quantity of 
food the boy had taken, and whether he had 
a canteen. 

All night at intervals from the top of the 
red hill there went a great cry into the night, 
"Elie, oh, Elie!" but nothing came of it. As 
soon as it was light, six men started from the 
Defiance, following the faint impress of the 
burro's hoofs in the shifting gravelly soil. 

It was tedious, heart-wearing work. Some- 
times they lost the trail altogether, then 
Long Tom called them back to the last 
place where they found it plain and, driving 
a stake there, sent them out in widening 
circles till they picked it up again. 

It was ten o'clock by the time they crossed 
the sand flat and almost despaired finding it 
again when they had lost it among the black 
rocks. They traced it finally out into the 
open by withering flowers scattered from 
rock to rock. 

Late in the afternoon they came upon the 
place where Elie had crossed his former trail, 
returning as he supposed to the mine. The 

two trails for a short distance were so con- 
fused that it was impossible to say which 
was fresher. When they parted again it 
seemed necessary to divide the search party. 
Two men went back to the mine by a 
shorter route than they had come, to report 
and send assistance. Rankin and Long Tom 
took the upper trail, which was the route 
Elie had taken first. They came back on the 
return trail at twilight, fagged and overworn 
with anxiety and long plodding in the heavy 
sand. Within an hour the other two returned 

strangeness of his surroundings he began to 
understand that he was lost. 

Then the terrible madness of the hills 
laid hold on him. He ran, and wept, and fell, 
beating the sands with impotent hands, and 
ran blindly on again, pursued by all the 
phantoms of solitary places, the dread of 
death by thirst and starvation, and the 
ominous threat of the coyote and birds of 

He had saner intervals in which he ate his 
food and drank the last drops of water and 

For more than an hour 
Basset had watched three 
vultures , ivheeling in state- 
ly, slowly-narrowing circles 
above the rocks. There were 
few things to attract vul- 
tures in that season 

with the burro, which they had tracked 
easily after he struck into an old trail he 
knew, but they had found no trace of Elie. 

The men busied themselves to gather 
material for a fire, but Rankin lay face 
downward on the sand. They were not less 
fatigued than he, scarcely less anxious, but 
to the weight of anxiety Rankin added re- 
morse. He w r as seeing all his past now in the 
light of his present grief. All his weak yield- 
ing to his greed for the lost gold of the 
Chuckwalla, how it stultified him in his own 
estimation. He had palliated his selfishness 
before sacrificing his family with the 
thought of the ultimate good that he could 
do them when he found the mine. Now the 
wrong his wife had done him seemed not 
more than the wrong he had done her. She 
had not been less faithful to the child than 
he. Well, with God's help he would take 
the boy away before the greed for gold had 
bitten him. 

Salty Bill touched him gently on the 
shoulder. "Rankin," he said, "there is some- 
thing I want to tell you — about the boy. I 
am afraid he has gone after the Chuckwalla 
— and it was me that put the idea into his 
head, the Lord forgive me!" 

Rankin dug his fingers into the sand and 
groaned aloud. 

When Elie woke that morning to realize 
that he had spent the night in the open and 
that nothing had happened to him, he felt 
not a little proud of himself. He was vexed to 
find that the burro had left him, but the 
saddle-bags had slipped to the ground be- 
side him, and his canteen he carried always 
on a strap across his shoulder. So he break- 
fasted cheerfully and would have followed 
the trail of his burro, but that he saw stand- 
ing off to the right a high red hill that must 
surely be the Defiance. 

He slung the light saddle-bags across his 
shoulders and trudged cheerfully on until his 
feet were blistered and his head ached with 
the glare of a steady sun beaten back from 
unsheltered sand, and in the increasing 

tried by the sun to find the points of the 
compass and turn his course in the general 
direction of the Defiance, which he knew lay 
on the west side of the range. That night he 
found a hollow in the rocks where he might 
hide, and watched the deep brightness of the 
stars that rise above desert places. They 
were the same stars he had watched from his 
bed at the Defiance, and the knowledge 
comforted him. He recalled a little prayer his 
mother had taught him long before they had 
gone to Minton, and his mother had prayed 
too, sometimes. 

THE prayer and familiar stars made him 
a little less afraid of the coyotes who 
stood out among the hills and howled — the 
same coyotes that Rankin, tending a signal 
fire not a mile away among the hills, had 
drawn his coat over his ears and buried his 
head between knees in order not to hear. If 
the child between fear and sleep heard the 
calls the men sent out among the echoing 
rocks, he could not distinguish them from 
the cry of the animals. 

All the next day Elie understood dimly 
what was happening to him. He walked 
much, and ran sometimes, and was aware of 
a black shadow not his own that hung about 
him, sweeping away in wide circles, coming 
back to cross and recross his path, moving 
steadily beside him, or when he thought he 
had lost it returning with a sudden sound of 
wings. He had no food or water, and in the 
desert thirst kills quickly. His feet pained 
him so that he took off his shoes, and 
presently he realized that he had lost them, 
but could not tell where, the fear of the hills 
lay so heavily upon him. So at last, with the 
instinct of a hurt animal, he crept under the 
shelter of an overhanging rock, and feU into 
the long swoon of exhaustion. "Gentle 
Jesus," he moved his cracked, parched lips 
to say, "Gentle Jesus." 

At dawn of the second day Long Tom 
Basset was out along the trail questing 
like a hound. Lying with his eyes close to the 

sand at the place where Elie and the burro 
had Iain down, he saw what they had missed 
in the dusk of the evening before — the faint 
impress of a child's shoe among the tufts of 
bunch grass. Reinforcements from the mine 
met them about sunrise; so they spread out 
across the face of the hills at intervals of a 
hundred yards or more, lining up to Long 
Tom, who still followed the child's trail. By 
turns they took up the shout "Elie, oh, 

There were men walking in the hills that 
morning who prayed trustfully in a crude 
way as they walked, but not Powell Rankin. 
Those who live much in sight of the im- 
mensity of the hills come to think man small 
indeed that God should be mindful of him, 
and Rankin, with the sense of his misspent 
years upon him, could not bargain with God 
about the future. He only yearned toward 
Omnipotent Help without expecting it. 
"God," he said between his shut teeth, 
"God, I want my boy." 

But when they dropped down into a little 
gully where three vultures flapped slowly up 
he did not pray at all. It took all his strength 
at that moment not to think. 

They found the empty canteen on the 
rocks where Elie had spent the night, and 
had added to their fear of not finding him at 
all the alternate fear of finding him dead of 

They were all hoarse now, and their eyes 
were bloodshot, but there was to be no 
stopping since the finding of the canteen. By 
the middle of the afternoon they found the 
shoes and Rankin carried them tenderly in 
his bosom. A little later they came hope- 
lessly upon a hard gravelly stretch where the 
childish footprints failed. Guided still by 
Long Tom, the search party took a general 
direction toward a line of stony hills across 
the end of the narrow tableland on which 
they stood. 

"It stands to reason," said Basset, "that 
he would make for the rocks toward night. 
It seems more friendly-like than the open, 
and safer. Besides, there is always a chance 
of a spring, and the boy has been in the hills 
long enough to know that." 

Basset had another reason for going in 
that direction that he did not see fit to 
mention. For more than an hour he had 
watched three vultures wheeling in stately, 
slowly-narrowing circles above the rocks, 
and there were few things in the hills to 
attract vultures at that season. 

Slower and more carefully the men went, 
into every hollow, and the shadow of every 
rock, cutting the green resinous wood of the 
creosote bush to be lighted for torches as 
night drew on. Suddenly one of the men 
gave a shout that brought the straggling line 
together on a run. He had found the child's 
hat. They stood together then, lifting their 
voices in one mighty shout that broke and 
fell away in echoing fragments among the 
jagged rocks, and in the breathless silence 
following rose a small, faint, wavering cry. 
So, leaping, running, scrambling, they came 
upon the child, limp and wan, in the shelter 
of a hanging rock where a long-spent stream 
had worn out a hollow. They chafed his 
limbs and nursed him back to life. 

When they rested at last they were quite 
spent, but satisfied that the child had come 
to no bodily harm. 

Suddenly Salty Bill, keeping watch by the 
flickering light, leaned forward and went 
peering and fumbling along the water-worn 
edge of the hollow. Finally he stood up and 
held a blazing brand along the face of the 
hanging wall where even in that uncertain 
light a shallow tracing of an old inscription 

"Boys," he said, and worn as they were 
they started up at the suppressed excitement 
in his tone, "boys, he's done it — he has — 
found the Chuckwalla!" 

When Ike Mallory came back with the 
ore wagon from his second trip that week he 
found for a wonder that he had more news 
to hear than to tell. 

"He did it, that little feller," he said. 

But his informant was not ready to have 
Ike make further comments until he was 
through with him. "And what do you think 
Rankin has done now? Well, he has sold it, 
sold the Chuckwalla to Fanshaw. He is going 
out with you tomorrow, going Down Below. 
The boy has been looking kind of peaked 
ever since he was lost, and Rankin don't 
take any more chances in that line, I tell 

As for Elie, he was not at all interested in 
the idea of going away. He sat on the ore 
dump, looking wistfully out to the fawn and 
violet hills. He had found the Chuckwalla, 
but it had not brought back his mother, and 
that was the thing he could not understand. 

December g, 1926 



WHILE Barbara tied the gold cord 
round the last of the Christmas 
parcels Sue sipped her tea. There 
were more than a dozen little boxes 
of the same size and shape, all delightfully 
suggestive of Christmas mystery. Barbara 
tied the last knot emphatically because she 
was, at the same time, shaking her head at 
her younger brother. 

"It is impossible, Bobhy," she said. "You 
can have Frank Talbot any other night, but 
he can't stay with you the night of my party. 
I remember the last time too well." 

Sue laughed. "So do I, you young imp! 
I hope you'll be tied in your bed Thursday 
evening." Bobby grinned. 

"I'm sorry Betty Talbot can't come, 
Barbara said. "We always miss her; she fits 
in so well." 

"Yes." Sue pulled on her gloves. We 
shall miss Betty more than we shall that 
young brother of hers who looks like an 
angel and acts like a scamp." 

"Please let me have Frank, Bab," begged 
Bobby. "Truly we'll be good. And you're 
going to have such a fine supper." 

" r i here's no use wheedling, Bobs," said 
his sister. "I wouldn't risk the two of you 
together. You're too fertile in invention." 

Sue laughed again, and Bobby turned 
sulky. He did not like being laughed at, and 
he did like having his own way. 

"All right for you, Barbara," he said. 
"You can be mean if you want to, but I'll 
pay you up; see if I don't." With that he 
stalked out of the room. 

"Will he spoil your party?" asked Sue 

"Oh, no. He is always vowing vengeance 
when things don't suit him, but he wouldn't 
dare do anything that daddy would find 

"Why don't vou tell your father? 

"Oh, I never'tell tales on Bobs. Poor dad 
gets enough of it from Aunt Anna, and he 
looks so weary when he has to haul Bob up 
and sit in judgment. Bob and I get on all 

"Anyhow, I'd tell Mr. Brown and be on 
the safe side," urged Sue. 

"Tell me what?" asked a voice from the 

"Oh, dad, how early you're home!' 
Barbara sprang to her feet. "Won't you 
have some tea? " 

"Yes, thank you, but Susie must tell me 
first what secret she had for my ears." 

"Oh, nothing, daddy," Barbara said. 
"I wouldn't let Bob ask Frank Talbot here 
Thursday night, and he was threatening re- 
venge, and Sue thought he might do some- 
thing to spoil my party, but he won't." 

"I'll see that he doesn't," said Mr. Brown 
crisply. He walked to the door. "Bob!" 

"Yes, sir," said a sulky voice from the end 
of the hall. 

"I want you to remember what I say. 
If anything occurs through your means to 
annoy your sister on the night of her party, 
you will have no pocket money for a month. 
You understand?" 

"Yes, sir," said the voice again. 

Mr. Brown came back and settled into an 
easy chair. 

"Forehanded as usual, Barbara!" he said 
"You look as if you were quite ready for 

"I am, daddy. They're all tagged and 
ready for their outside wrappings. Aren't 
these cunning boxes? I've put all my things 
in boxes this year. Even the card I am send- 
ing to Nurse Griggs." 

"You remembered your Cousin Mary?" 

"Yes; I have a handkerchief for her. 
Have you seen the handkerchiefs, Sue, that 
they are selling at Steele's for a quarter? 
They are as fine and dainty as can be." 

"No, I must get some. What did you give 
Annette? " 

"Silk stockings. Isn't she hard to find 
anything for? She has everything. But you 
can always use silk stockings." 

"Nina Farnham is another hard one. She 
gives such expensive presents that you have 
to, too. She never likes what she gets, any- 

"I almost ruined myself over her," Bar- 
bara said. "I found a really beautiful little 
copy of the Madonna della Sedia; the color- 
ing's exquisite. I don't believe she cares much 
for art or beauty, but she can see it cost a 

Mr. Brown set down his cup. 

"I think that on this Christmas matter 
you girls are all wrong. You spend a great 
deal of time and money and energy and 
don't really make people happy by it. 
There's room for reform somewhere." 

"I know it, daddy," said Barbara; "it's 
all wrong, but I don't know how to put it 

Reforming Bobby 


Illustrated by Edward Ryan 

Bobby turned sulky. He did not like being laughed at. "All right for you, 
Barbara," he said 

right. Nina and I don't really care much 
for each other, but we can't either of us be 
the first to stop giving presents, and we give 
very expensive ones." 

"Christmas ought to stand for love and 
joy and not come down to mere money 
value," said Mr. Brown. "But I can't stop 
to lecture you; I have things to do in my 

Sue rose as Mr. Brown left the room. 

"I must go, Bab. I promised mother I 
wouldn't keep the car waiting, and I think 
it must be here." 

"I'll come down stairs with you, for I'm 
lying in wait for the postman." 

"I do hope none of the boys will drop out," 
said Sue. "It's horrid at a party not to have 
enough to go round." 

'"PHE postman was at the door when Sue 
-*- went out. With her hands full of letters, 
Barbara went upstairs again to the little 
sitting-room to gather up her boxes. Bobby 
was there reading. He did not look up or 

"I am sorry dad overheard," Barbara 
said frankly. 

"You told," muttered Bob. 

"Bobby Brown, I never tell on you, and 
and you know it." 

Bobby shuffled on his chair. 

"Well, Aunt Anna does. And you won't 
let me have Frank." 

"No, I won't let you have Frank on 
Thursday, for I know he'd get into mischief, 
but you can have him to dinner the first 
night that daddy dines out, and you can 
order the dinner. We'll keep our parties 
separate. Don't you want this last cake?" 

Bobby's brow cleared a little as he put 
down the paper and took the cake. He helped 
his sister pile her Christmas boxes in her 

"I'll take those up for you by and by if 
you'll leave them." 

"I can take them, thank you. I want to 
get them done up before dinner. Will you 
ring for Catherine to take away the tea 

Bobby walked slowly to the bell and then 
turned abruptly. 

"Oh, Barbara!" he said in rather a low 

But Barbara, already halfway upstairs, 

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did not hear him, and the boy went back to 
his paper. 

Barbara tied up all her gifts, addressed 
them, and had them ready for distribution 
that evening. Her mind was clear now for 
the plans for her party. 

Thursday came. Barbara's cheeks were 
flushed and her eyes bright when, in her 
pretty new frock, she took her place beside 
her fluttering little aunt to receive her 
guests. Bobby, with a meekness wholly in- 
comprehensible, had taken himself to bed 
at half-past eight after extorting a promise 
from Catherine to remember him at supper 

The house was soon full of merry boys 
and girls. Mr. Brown mingled with them for 
a time and then retreated to his study. An 
hour later he reappeared and called 
Barbara aside. 

"Some one very insistent is calling you on 
the telephone, Barbara," he said, "and I 
can't get any message. I think you'll have to 
come for a moment." 

Barbara ran out of the room. Coming 
back, she met her father in the hall. 
"Who was it?" he asked. 
"It was Frank Talbot. He says a cousin 
is visiting there, and he wants to bring her 
over to our party." 

"All right, let her come. I'll help to enter- 
tain her." 

Barbara went back to the room where the 
merry-making was in full swing. A few 
moments later Catherine appeared and told 
her that a young lady was upstairs in the 

"She said she'd come right down, and she 
didn't want me to call you," said the maid, 
"but I thought I'd better." 

Barbara ran upstairs. A charming little 
girl with innocent dark eyes, a rosebud 
mouth and a wealth of fair hair was coming 
out of the dressing-room. Mr. Brown had 
emerged from his study at the other end of 
the hall and was advancing to meet her. 

THE young lady paused in confusion. 
From behind a door half-way down the 
hall came an irrepressible snicker. Mr. 
Brown stopped. 

"Come here, Bob," he said shortly. 

Bob issued reluctantly in bathrobe and 
slippers. He and the new guest exchanged a 
quick glance. Mr. Brown caught the glance 
and turned to look more keenly at the 
stranger. He stepped quickly forward and, 
to Barbara's horror, laid his hand on the 
flaxen head. The next moment she gave a 
gasp of incredulity, for the wig came away in 
his grasp, and there, out of his sister's frip- 
peries, arose Frank Talbot's dark roundhead. 

"Oh!" exclaimed Barbara. 

"Since your scheme to make your sister 
ridiculous has failed, Bob, you may go to 
bed." Mr. Brown's face was stern. "Frank, 
you had better go home and go to bed too. 
You and Bob will keep apart for the rest of 
the holidays." 

Much subdued, Frank stole down the 
stairs while Bobby went up. Bob looked so 
forlorn that Barbara's heart warmed to him. 
The remembrance of his sulky little face 
stayed with her till supper time. Then she 
escaped from the merry party, piled a plate 
high with good things, and ran up to Bobby's 
room. He turned over in bed as she opened 
the door. 

Barbara made a light, kissed Bob's soft 
cheek, and placed his repast before him. 

"Thank you," the boy said. Then, as his 
sister turned to leave the room, he added, 
"I didn't know Frank was coming; honor 
bright, I didn't. I was just scouting for 
Catherine to bring me something to eat when 
I ran into Frank, and then I couldn't hold in, 
and dad heard me laugh, and I suppose he'll 
stop my pocket money. Wasn't he mad!" 

"You know daddy hates to be made ri- 
diculous," said Barbara, "but I'll tell him 
about it in the morning. Now eat yoursupper, 
and I'll run back before they miss me." 

Barbara was sent to bed as soon as her 
last guest had departed. 

"It was a lovely party all through," she 
thought to herself as she went happily up- 
stairs. "We missed Betty, and I'd like to 
know why Nina Farnham acted as if she 
despised me, and I'm terribly sorry that 
Frank annoyed daddy; bat everything else 
was lovely." 

Barbara had her breakfast and her mail 
in bed the next morning. When she finally 
came down the door of her father's study 
was ajar and she heard his voice. She pushed 
the door open and went in. Her father sat 
on one side of his table, and Bobby was 
hunched in a chair on the other. He gave 
his seat to Barbara and walked over to the 



December g y t gz6 

"Am I just in time for the trial? " laughed 
Barbara. "I come to exonerate the prisoner." 

"What do you know about the matter?" 
asked her father. 

"Bob has told meall about it and he never 

Mr. Brown looked from Barbara to the 
boy who was tying knots in the window- 
shade. "Tell me the story." 

DOB fumbled through the same story he 
U told Barbara the night before. "I wasn't 
goingtolet him go down," he finished sulkily. 

"Then," said his father, "of course the 
punishment is lifted. You may go now." 

But Bobby lingered. Then he turned and 
faced his father squarely. 

"You'd better keep back my pocket 
money anyhow," he said desperately. "I 
didn't know about Frank, but I did try 

to pay Barbara up. I changed the tags on 
four of her Christmas boxes, and I'd have 
changed more if she hadn't come back so 
soon. I was sorry after she acted so on the 
square, and I tried to get them back, but I 
couldn't. I didn't think it would make so 
much trouble, but when I was scouting for 
Catherine I heard Nina Farnham say Bar- 
bara was the stingiest thing she ever knew, 
because Bab only sent her an old card done 
up in a box, and next year she wouldn't 
give Bab any present at all." 

Bob stopped with a very red face. His 
father was stern again, but Barbara laughed. 

"Don't mind it, daddy," she said. "It's 
next year's Christmas reform come now, and 
Bobby's done it. I knew Nina and I ought to 
stop giving each other presents, for we only 
did it for display; there wasn't any love in it. 
I can make it all right with Nina, Bob. 

"And just see this letter, dad, from only 
old Nurse Griggs, whogotthe Madonna. She 
calls all the blessings of heaven down on my 
head for sending such a beautiful thing to 
keep her company through the lonely days. 
Next year I'll take a great deal of pains in 
choosing a present for her. And here's An- 
nette thanking me with all her heart for a 
twenty-five-cent handkerchief and saying 
how sensible I am to start the fashion of 
inexpensive gifts, for all the girls had grown 
so extravagant. And little Cousin Mary way 
up in the country, who got Annette's silk 
stockings, is wild with delight because I 
didn't send her something useful. She never 
had a silk stocking on her foot, and she's so 
tired of warm gloves and petticoats. I shall 
keep Mary in mind too. So, you see, daddy, 
Bob has established a reform. You couldn't 
punish him for making the world happier. 

You'll forgive him, won't you, because it's 
Christmas time and because I ask you to?" 

Mr. Brown looked into his daughter's 
coaxing eyes and yielded. 

"After all that eloquence I suppose I 
must," he said, "Come here and beg your 
sister's pardon, Bob." 

Bob came across the room with a dash, 
his sulleriness gone, his boyish reserve quite 
melted. He threw his arms round Barbara's 
neck and kissed her — actually kissed her of 
his own accord. 

"I'm awfully sorry, Bab," he said. "I was 
a sneak. I'll never do anything mean to you 
again as long as I live." 

Mr. Brown smiled. 

"It seems to me," he said, "that while 
Bobby has been at work reforming the 
world, you have taken a hand at reforming 
Bobby." B 


The Great Good Man 


Author of "The Life of Abraham Lincoln' 


r HEN Abraham Lincoln as a boy 
of eigjit entered into his first con- 
scious approach to manhood on 
the removal of his father's home 

to Indiana, he started at once with such work 

as he could do with an axe. At first he 

trimmed up the trees that his father had cut 

down, and then as his arms grew stronger he 

did his full share in cutting down trees and in 

splitting them up into fence rails. When he 

first came to Illinois at the age of twenty-one 

he and Dennis and John Hanks and John D. 

Johnston split rails to fence in his father's 

first field on the banks of the Sangamon. In 

the following autumn and winter he split 

rails for Major Warnick and afterwards at 

New Salem split other rails to pay for the 

making of a pair of trousers. Probably he did 

no more rail-splitting than other strong 

young men of his age in that part of the 

country and at that time. He may even have 

done less of it, for his work as a merchant and 

surveyor and his service in the legislature 

removed him from field and forest. But he 

was destined to be known as "the Rail- 

The Republican party had been organized 
in Illinois in 1856. Lincoln, whose political 

t^X?^x^:t h £;^ rhe R!pMka " m ^ a z ,n , chica &% m r ir u r ln was mminaui for the 

come to the end of its life. He therefore Presidency on Friday, May iS, i860 

identified himself with the new party, whose 

most important principle was opposition to wa ?> as . he said, in the process of ultimate had a prominent share and endeavored to 

the extension of slavery in the territories, extinction. star t an insurrection of the slaves in the 

The first Presidential candidate of the Re- ■ • J L R r „ w „' r R„ J v • ■ South. Brown was disappointed. The slaves 

publican party in 1856wasJohn C. Fremont, _. J°",-u " ,, ifa "*? — did not rise to fight for their own freedom 

who had become famous for his crossing of ' ne P oet VVilliam Cullen Bryant presided He and his men were captured after several 

the Rocky Mountains and was called "the ^ the meeting and introduced Lincoln, of them had been killed, including one of 

Pathfinder." Lincoln heartily supported Horace Greeley and other famous men were his own sons, and Brown himself severely 

Fremont and made campaign speeches in his P"^"'- Lincoln's speech was published in wounded. He was tried for conspiracy and 

favor. It was the nomination of Lincoln as the New York papers and reprinted in the rebellion against the United States govern- 

!c.'c S o ne i W P art y' s candidate for Senator in Chicago papers and quoted largely through- mentand was hanged. He met his death with 

1858 which brought about Lincoln's famous out the country. grea t heroism, saying he believed hanging 

the slavery issue had become much more was the best use he could be put to and he 

n e ; ,,, m ? t Needier Stowe wrote a book was right about it. His armed attack against 

called Uncle Toms Cabin. n J u -- *■'-- "-*»--" <-■ ■ 

debates with Stephen A. Douglas, 

A Thoughtful Discussion ! by , 

the second national convention of the ? c0 { es of thousands and excited strong plete failure, but his courageous death im- 

Kepublican party was arranged to be held in indignation against slavery. A Southern man pressed even those who executed him It was 

Chicago No hall in that city was large na , me , d H' nt ° n R °™n Helper wrote a book not a great while before hundreds of thou- 

enough to ho d the crowd. An immense new ca l |ed The Impending Crisis," in which he sands of soldiers were marching to put down 

building called the Wigwam was then uld n °t attempt to show that slavery was slavery and singing as they marched- 
erected. The whole state of Illinois, and morally wrong but did show that the South 

especially the northern part of it, eagerly was bringing trouble on itself by reason of "J onn Brown's body lies a-molding in the 

awaited the holding of this convention in the slavery, and that the only salvation for the ,, B rave . 

latter part of the month of May. A number South was to get rid of it. A third very im- " Bllt n ' s sou ' 6 0es marching on." 

^JESte" 1 men Were <*»***« for the g^' 1 ""? 8 had ha PP™cd. On the night of Lincoln did not believe that John Brow „ 

""?„.? r i 6 .V 1 ; 859 L J . ohn Brown captured the had done a wise thing| for Uncoln was a 

strong defender of the Constitution; but he 
knew that Brown had done a very brave 
which church 'Henry Ward Beeche'/ was 



One very important event gave Lincoln an United States arsenal at Harper's Ferry, 
acquaintance in the East. He was invited to J on n Brown had led a tempestuous life in 
speak in the Plymouth Church, Brooklyn, of 

pastor. His address was to be given on a 
week night, and he was at liberty to speak on 
politics if he cared to do so. He decided to 
make a political address, and the plan was 
changed so that he should speak in Cooper 
Union m New York City instead of at 
Plymouth Church, Brooklyn. Lincoln never 
had worked so hard on any address as he did 
on this one. It was a thoughtful discussidn of 

thing, and that he had brought the freedom 
of the slave nearer. 

Good Friends in Chicago 

All these things were in the public mind 
when Lincoln went East to deliver his 
Cooper Union speech. He went from New 
York into New England and made a number 
of speeches in the New England states and 
was received with great heartiness. People 

the American attitude toward shvel-v He The fly lca f °f me °l *>» flumes of the other parts of the country than Illinois began 
held that slavery was an evil and always had Lincoln-Herndon law library, inscribed *°,l :^?' e „?f !?-i" A br , ah ? L m > L ncoln S t ! 11 il 

been recognized as an evil, but that the 
founders of the government had treated it as 
something which they could not very well 
escape at the time, but went on desperately- 
hoping to find a way out of their difficulty 
However, as he believed, this evil had 
tastened itself upon our whole industrial and 
political life. He did not profess even then to 

"A. Lincoln, to W. H. Hemdon" 

Kansas during the bitter struggle when 
Kansas was deciding whether it was to enter 
the Union as a free state or a slave state. As 

did not seem very likely that he would be _ 
Presidential nominee. When people spoke to 
him about it he was quite likely to say that 
other and abler men were in the field, and 
that he did not feel that he was a great 
enough man for the place. Nevertheless, he 

this was to be determined by the people had strong faith in himself and in the justice 
living in Kansas, Brown sought to induce as of the principles he had avowed, and he 

lion wis Decatur, just where the Lincoln 
family had first gone on their arrival from 
Indiana. The northern part of Illinois, where 
imisl of the Republican voters lived, was 
generally favorable to Seward. The central 
and southern parts, which favored Lincoln, 
were not the portions where the Republican 
vote was largest. Still, Lincoln had good 
friends in Chicago and elsewhere in the 
northern part of the state, and he had 
strongly hoped that Illinois would instruct 
its delegates to vote for him. 

The " Rail Candidate" 
Political ''inventions are moved by 
strange incidents, some of which appeal 
more to the imagination and feelings than to 
suund reason. Among Lincoln's warm friends 
in Decatur was Richard J. Oglesby, who 
afterwards became governor. He had heard 
about Lincoln's having split rails near 
Decatur. John Hanks still was living in that 
vicinity, and Oglesby got Hanks to go with 
him to where a fence erected thirty years 
before was still standing, made of rails 
which Lincoln and Hanks had split. Two of 
those rails they fastened on to the buggy 
and they drove back to Decatur with them! 
Just at the moment when the convention 
was ready for some event that would raise 
Hs enthusiasm Oglesby announced that an 
old Democrat, John Hanks, had something 
which he wished to present to the conven- 
tion. Hanks then came in with a group of 
helpers bearing aloft two fence rails and be- 
tween them a placard which read: 

"Abraham Lincoln 
The Rail Candidate 
For President in 1860" 
Oglesby announced that these were rails 
which Lincoln himself had split. The conven- 
tion received the announcement with great 
enthusiasm and called for Lincoln. He had 
been in some doubt whether to attend the 
convention or not. He said he was "too much 
of a candidate to go, and not quite enough of 
a candidate to stay away." He was called to 
the platform and was received with great 
applause. He said he could not certify that 
he had split those particular rails. He had 
split others before and afterwards, and some 
of them he thought rather better than the 
two exhibited. He made a short speech 011 
the issues of the campaign and left the plat- 
form amid great applause. 

A Little Woman on Eighth Street 

Very likely he would have been nominated 
by his friends in Illinois even without the 
fence rails, but that incident was dramatic 
and spectacular and had its marked effect, 
and as John C. Fremont had been known as 
the "Pathfinder" Lincoln became known as 
the "Rail-splitter." It helps a candidate very 
much to have some convenient and homely 
name. Nothing could have done Lincoln 
more good than such a name as this. 

The Chicago convention opened at noon 
on Wednesday, May 16, 1860. It was 
Seward's fifty-ninth birthday. His friends 
confidently expected he would receive the 
nomination as a birthday present. That day 
was taken up with the beginnings of organi 
zation and with some social events. The next 
day was occupied with the adoption of the 
platform. Nominations were made on Friday 
morning. The Wigwam was jammed, and a 
great crowd gathered outside. A cannon had 
been placed on the roof of the Wigwam 
ready to fire when a nomination should have 
been made. There were 465 votes. Of these 
233 were necessary to a choice. On the first 
ballot Seward had 173K, and Lincoln stood 
second with 102. Although Seward stood al 
the head, it became evident that he could 
not be nominated. On the third ballot 

December p, 1926 



Lincoln received 364 votes. The cannon on 
the roof was fired, but it is said that the 
boom of the gun was not heard in the .Wig- 
wam, so great was the noise inside. 

A few minutes later a telegram announced 
to Abraham Lincoln and his friends that he 
had received the nomination. He did not 
wait long to receive the congratulations of 
his friends, but said, "There is a little 
woman over on Eighth Street who will be 
glad to hear the news; if you will excuse me, 
I'll go and tell her." 

On the following day a special train came 
from Chicago, bringing a great crowd of 
people and with them an official committee 
informing Lincoln of his nomination. Mr. 
Lincoln received them with informal cour- 
tesy, and Mrs. Lincoln served refreshments. 
Thoughtful neighbors had offered to provide 
wine, but he declined their courtesy. The 
delegation drank nothing but water. 

At this time there was a split in the Demo- 
crat party. Stephen A. Douglas led the 
largest faction, but there was another strong 
contingent that opposed him. Besides this a 
third party came into the field, and while it 
did not poll a large vote it served to weaken 
the opposition to Lincoln. Before a great 
while it became apparent that unless the 
Democrats could heal the division in their 
own ranks Abraham Lincoln would be 

Delegations now came to meet Mr. Lin- 
coln almost every day. Photographers 
brought their cameras and photographed 
him. Artists brought their easels and painted 
his portrait. Politicians and newspaper 
reporters came in great numbers. 

Judge Logan's partnership with Lincoln 
had ended by mutual agreement, and he had 
formed a new partnership with William H. 
Herndon. Both his former partners had been 
older than he, and his name had been second 
in the firm. But he was older than Herndon, 
and for something like twenty years the 
firm name had been "Lincoln & Herndon." 
Herndon was a man of irregular habits, but 
one of great loyalty to the principles in 
which Lincoln believed, and a deep admirer 
of his senior partner. 

The "Barrel of Rubbish" 

In another column is a photograph of 
seventy of the original volumes of the 
Lincoln-Herndon law library. In this library 
was a set of Blackstone's "Commentaries," 
and in the light of their later importance it 

may be interesting at this time to tell how 
Lincoln acquired them. 

Lincoln's own story of the incident, as 
related to an artist named Andrew J . 
Conant, who painted his portrait in Spring- 
field in 1860, is as follows: "A man who was 
migrating to the West drove up in front of 
my store with a wagon which contained his 
family and household plunder. He asked me 
if I would buy an old barrel for which he 
had no room in his wagon, and which he 
said contained nothing of special value. I 
did not want it, but to oblige him I bought 
it. Some time after, in overhauling things, 
I came upon the barrel, and, emptying it 
upon the floor to see what it contained, I 
found at the bottom of the rubbish a com- 
plete edition of Blackstone's "Commen- 
taries." I began to read those famous books, 
and I had plenty of time, for during the 
long summer days, when the farmers were 
busy with their crops, my customers were 
few and far between. The more I read the 
more intensely interested I became. Never 
in my whole life was my mind so thoroughly 
absorbed. I read until I mastered them." 

Lincoln's interest in these law books 
influenced him to choose the law as his 
profession. If he had not become a lawyer, 
it is unlikely that he would have taken such 
an active part in Illinois politics. If he had 
not taken an active part in Illinois politics, 
he would never have been elected President. 
So that "barrel of rubbish" played a part of 
some importance in the history of the 
United States! 

The office of Lincoln and Herndon became 
too small to receive out-of-town delega- 
tions. Lincoln established his reception 
room in the governor's office in the State 
Capitol, and received larger deputations in 
the legislative hall. 

Farewells on the Road to Fame 

There were brass bands and torch-light 
processions with much outpouring of oratory 
throughout the months of the summer and 
autumn. Organizations were formed which 
bore the name "Wide-Awakes." They sang 
as they marched: 

"Ain't I glad I jined the Wide-Awakes 
Down in Illinois." 

And they told how 

"Old Abe Lincoln came out of the wilderness 
Down in Illinois." 

November came. Lincoln had declined to 
make any speeches or to leave Springfield 
for any political event. He had remained at 
home, receiving hundreds of visitors and 
thousands of people who came in great pro- 
cessions. Election day passed, and it was 
soon apparent that Lincoln was elected. 

While most of the visitors during those 
months came from out of town, Mr. and 
Mrs. Lincoln did not forget their old neigh- 
bors. There were evenings when Lincoln 

The Lincoln-Herndon Law Library: sev- 
enty of the original volumes, now in Doctor 
Barton's collection at Foxhoro, Mass. 

slipped away and sat with his old friends in 
the corner store, and others when old friends 
came in and spent an hour; but these occa- 
sions had to be few, for the town was filled 
with a procession of politicians and reporters 
and office-seekers from outside. But before 
the Lincolns gave up their home they had a 
grand "levee," or reception, for their Spring- 
field neighbors. It was a festive event, but 
after all a rather solemn one. 

The Springfield children, too, were not 
forgotten. Mrs. Lincoln wrote with her own 
hand cards of invitation to farewell parties 
to the boys and girls with whom her own 
boys played. "Bob" was almost a man and, 
having graduated from Phillips Academy at 
Exeter, N. H., was a student in Harvard, for 
his father was determined that Robert 
should have the education which he himself 
so greatly missed; but the younger boys had 

their farewell parties. Isaac Di'ller, then six 
years old, received and still cherishes a note 
which Mrs. Lincoln wrote, reading: 

Willie Lincoln will be pleased to see 
you Wednesday afternoon at 3 o'clock. 

Tuesday, Dec. 22d. 

Isaac Diller remembers it as a very happy 
party, and the boys were not unduly solemn 
about the prospect of parting. 

Before Lincoln left for Washington he 
went to Coles County to make a last visit to 
his stepmother. She received him with 
marked affection and with deep anxiety. 
She dimly feared that she should never see 
again the stepson who had been better to 
her than her own son. 

A Task Greater Than 

On the night before their departure Abra- 
ham Lincoln with his own hands roped the 
family trunks, took some of the hotel cards 
and, turning them over, wrote upon them, 
"Lincoln, Executive Mansion, Washing- 
ton." These cards he tacked on the trunks. 

On Monday morning, February 11, 1861, 
the day before his fifty-second birthday, 
Lincoln and his family climbed into the 
rickety station bus and drove to the train. 
It was a dark, cold, drizzly morning. A large 
group of Lincoln's old neighbors gathered to 
see him off. It was a solemn gathering. Lin- 
coln stood on the rear platform of the train 
and solemnly spoke these words to his old 

"My friends: No one, not in my situation, 
can appreciate my feeling of sadness at this 
parting. To this place, and the kindness of 
these people, I owe everything. Here I have 
lived a quarter of a century and have passed 
from a young to an old man. Here my chil- 
dren have been born and one is buried. I now 
leave, not knowing when or whether ever I 
may return, with a task before me greater 
than that which rested upon Washington. 
Without the assistance of that Divine Being 
who ever attended him, I cannot succeed. 
With that assistance I cannot fail. Trusting 
in Him, who can go with me, and remain 
with you, and be everywhere for good, let us 
confidently hope that all will yet be well. To 
his care commending you, as I hope in your 
prayers you will commend ine. I bid you an 
affectionate farewell." 



ALL the men watching the burning 
i\ house looked and exclaimed, "What 
_^ J^ on earth are you doing here!" or 
something else like that. 

"I came in to mail father's letter," she 
said. That seemed to be the natural 

One of the men laughed grimly. 
"An innocent errand on a day like 

"Here's no place for girls," said 
another man harshly. But Janet now- 
understood that their harshness was 
not for her but for the occasion. 

But one man said, "They won't 
hurt a little girl. After all, the worst 
of them are Southerners, and they 
wouldn't hurt a little girl." 

Some of the men looked skeptical 
—skeptical of everything. But they 
did not contradict. 

"I'll take you a piece — but I 
haven't my horse here, "said Roberts. 

"You don't know that you have 
it anywhere," the gloomiest man 
reminded him. 

"I'll post all the letters you have," 
said Seth impatiently, "if mail ever 
goes from here again. Let me see you 
out of sight." 

So Janet unpinned the letter from 
her pocket to give to him and 
mounted Pronto, giving a last look 
at the troubled angry place below 
and the black and red of the fallen 
house. She turned and waved be- 
fore she passed the bend of the lull. 

SHE was afraid, though she had not 
wanted those men to know it, when they 
were so troubled. It was a long way across 
the prairie, — and alone, — and one was only 
a hill.- girl after all. 

The way was not at all as it had been this 
morning. Flowers mattered nothing, and 
flowing hills were only here to show the 
path. She looked to right and lilt as sh. 

The Gathering Storm 


Illustrated by Gayle Hoskins 

Now start your stumps for home,*' the man said, mounting again with Pronto* s bridle 
in one hand. "You're a thief!*' were Janet's last words to him 

went. Sometimes a rider appeared on a 
distant road, and she watched him anxiously. 
But still she met no one. She must be well 
out of the neighborhood of Lawrence now. 

Just as she formed that thought men ap- 
peared in the distance, turning in from a 
branching road. They might be friends, but 
they might not. The lesson and contrivance 

of the morning recurred to Janet. She turned 
aside deliberately and followed a trail to 
the right which led down behind a little 
brake of willows. Here she stopped and 

The sun was down now, and she must 
hurry. After it grew dark she might not able 
to keep to the road. 

SHE passed at length a homestead which 
she knew to be just three miles from 

Then, slanting in at an angle behind her, 
four men came suddenly galloping toward 
the road. She had not seen or heard them. 
All at once they were there. Now there was 
no hiding or avoiding. No tree, not a bush, 
was in sight. The men were crossing 
the road only a hundred yards in 
front of her. She stopped. They 
were looking and pointing so in- 
tently that they might not see her. 
But one of them happened to look 
aside and then jerked his powerful 
horse to a halt. Then all the men 
looked. It was hopeless to try to 
avoid them. 

In a moment they were all facing 
her there in the road. She tried to 
look them clearly in the face. But 
she knew what they were. They 
were such men as she had seen 
stinging and harrying Lawrence; 
>u. h men as had dashed away from 
the burning Robinson house with 
their spoil. These men had spoil too. 
They carried things on their saddles. 
"Where do you strike the road 
to Kansas City?" asked one. 

"I don't know," answered Janet, 
trying to keep any tremble or queer 
sound out of her voice. 

"Then why don't you know?" 
said a man roughly. 

"Ain't you afraid?" said another 

She was. But she thought of 
something to say. "They told me 
*'* that Southern men wouldn't hurt 

any little girl." 

The men said nothing for a 
minute. Then the first one who had spoken 
said, "They know a lot, don't they? Well, \\> 
ain't hurting you. But it wouldn't do you 
any harm to walk the rest of the way home. 
We'll take care of that pony." 

"No!" cried Janet. "He's my pony!" 
"Well, he ain't your'n any longer. He's 
our'n. Hop off." 



December p, ig 2 6 

"I won't," said Janet. "I won't!" Her 

"Leave her alone." said the one man who 
had not yet spoken. "We aren't fighting 

"We're fighting everybody, one way and 
another," retorted the one who had de- 
manded the pony. "Whatever we do's too 
good for 'em. Get off!" He dismounted and 
came toward her. 

"I won't!" cried Janet. She grasped the 
reins and the saddle-horn tighter and kicked 
at the man as he came closer. 

The other men laughed and called her a 
spunky little tiger-cat. But this one lifted 
her firmly from the saddle and set her down. 
She flung her arms about Pronto's neck, but 
the man pulled her away. 

"Now start your stumps for home," he 
said, mounting again with Pronto's bridle- 
rein in one hand. 

"You're a thief!" was Janet's last word 
to him. 

"Big business for men to be in!" said the 
kinder-spoken man. But they all rode off. 

JANET stood alone in the empty prairie. 
Only the vacant road connected her with 
anything. Already the light was fading. A 
sob was in her throat, a hard, hurting sob, 
and her back ached with consciousness of 
terror behind her. But she looked at the 
long dim road and set out desperately upon 

As she went the need for haste grew and 
grew. She ran down the slight hills and hur- 
ried panting up them. 

Another sound came toward her — horse's 
feet again. They were somewhere in front. 
She stopped. They were surely approaching. 
She hardly dared to leave the road again. 
What if she could not find it afterward in 
the dark? But the horse was coming. She 
could see the rider now. 

"Father!" she cried faintly, from where she 
lay in the grass. 

Prince was wheeled instantly. "Janet! 
Janet, girl!" cried her father, peering to 
right and left. And Janet sprang and ran 
to him. 

"Oh, my dear! Where were you?" Her 
father leaped from his horse to catch her. 
"My poor child! My poor child! Why did 
I let you go?" 

He put her on his horse behind him, as if 
he must get her home instantly. 

"We must hurry," he said. "Your mother 
is worrying." 

But it was not long now until her mother 
was reaching up arms to take her from the 
horse, take and hold her comfortingly. 

Her mother petted and petted her. But 
her father now sat with his head in his 
hands or rose to pace the ground in the 

At midnight there was a great halloo out 
in front, and everybody waked, the men 
where they were lying out of doors, and 
Janet and her mother in bed. The men 
answered and were up instantly. One could 
tell by their voices that they had their hands 
on their guns. 

But a man said, "Did your little girl get 
home? Did Janet get home?" One had never 
heard a more anxious voice — a midnight 
kind of voice. 


"Thank God!" 

"Thank God!" responded Mr. Glasgow. 

Lawrence lay pillaged and insulted and 
stricken this midnight. 

They took gratefully the food and coffee 
which Mrs. Glasgow brought and praised 
their quality. 

"Who's there?" said Mr. Gard suddenly, 
speaking out in a sharp hard voice in the 
darkness. There was no sound at all in 
answer. Gard began to walk away from the 
house — to the right. Then a man said, 

"What are you listening there for?" de- 
manded Gard. 

The man came nearer, and they all silently 
peered at him. 

Glasgow challenged him. "Friend or foe?" 

"That's what I don't know," said the man. 
He had spoken low, a little faintly and 
cautiously, the first time, but now he spoke 
cat boldly. It was in a relieved torn: though 
that he said, "Hello, Roberts!" It was a 
Southerner who had been out with Roberts 
the night before. "I'd lost my bearings and 
didn't know where I was." 

In the dark even Seth had not recognized 
him at first. "You seem to be out for a walk." 

"A long walk, 1 reckon. I just got away 
from Buford's men." 

"Did they take you!" One could tell from 
the horror of the exclamation what it meant 
to be taken by Buford's men. 

"They came for me late last night. They 
allow I'm a traitor to South Carolina." 

"Where are you going?" asked Roberts. 

"I don't know. I thought I'd find a 
hiding-place for a few days and then sneak 
back to my place. I'm getting a crop in. 
Buford may move on to some other section. 
They say they held a prayer-meeting when 
they were starting from home and dedicated 
themselves to their work with prayer and 
praise. What do you suppose the Lord 
thought of that?" 

"You'd better lie here tonight," said 

Janet ran out to tell her father and then 
came back to feel herself in charge of the 
house. She was just finishing the dishes when 
several men on horseback came. 

She stepped to the door when they dashed 
up and stopped with a loud "Halloo!" 
They looked much like the men she had 
seen two days ago. 

THEY looked at her and all around and 
then at her again. 
"How do you do?" said Janet. 
"We do all right," said the man who 

'Will you do it?" urged the man. But she only cried the more de&ply. 
She could not help it 

Glasgow, "though we-'ve- not-htng but the 
ground to offer you." 

The Lawrence men rode away in the mid- 

And there was the stranger in the morning, 
a good-mannered young man with smooth, 
pleasant voice. Harkness Taney was his 

"I think if you have no safer place in 
mind you'd better stay round here for a 
few days," said Mr. Glasgow. 

"I can't bring trouble on anyone else," 
answered Taney reluctantly. 

"Our troubles are all the same. I may be 
the one to be running off one of these days." 

So it was arranged that for today at least 
he was to hide in the hazel brush. 

The next morning was still quiet. Mr. 
Gard's lumbago grew suddenly better after 
noon, and he went off stiffly about some 
work — "where the horses'll do the work and 
not me," he said. The day was wearing on 
very serenely. 

Then the squatter woman came running. 

"Oh, say, my man's awful bad," she 
gasped, hardly able to articulate. 

"What's the matter?" asked Mrs. Glas- 
gow quickly. 

"Oh, I do' know. He's had the shakes 
awful bad, an' he went to Lawrence day 
before yesterday an' overdone. He cain't 
talk, an' he's just a-groanin'." 

Mrs. Glasgow was already getting out her 
box of medicines and selecting different 
drugs experimentally. "Have you hot water 
ready '" 

"Oh, I do' know. I'm so scared. I set the 
children out on the grass when I come off." 
She was incoherent and nearly distracted. 

"We'll hurry," said Mrs. Glasgow. She 
gave the children quick directions about the 
house and hastened off down the hill with 
the woman. 

seemed to be leader. "Whose place is this?" 

"Ours," answered Janet, 

"Yours." The man mimicked her. 
"Where's your pa?" 

"He was here a little while ago," said 

"Who're you hiding here?" demanded the 
leader, returning his attention to Janet. 

"I'm not hiding anybody. There isn't any 
place to hide. You can look for yourself." 

By this time Mr. Gard had reached the 
house. "What's up?" he asked, resting the 
stock of his gun on the ground and looking 
! hem over. 

"Here, Glasgow, you've got an abolition- 
ist here named Taney, and we want him. 
His hanging's overdue." 

"I haven't got anybody here, and when 
you come to that my name ain't Glasgow." 

Janet looked at the men, who were now 
eating her precious cakes, — her mother had 
thought carefully before she used that sugar 
and butter, — and her indignation grew. 
"It was men like you that stole my pony," 
she said with great spirit. 

"Sho, that's too bad," said one man 

But another growled, "You're mighty 
lucky if we don't do worse than that." 

The leader looked all about skeptically. 
He swore again, as he had before, and then 
the men rode off, gazing about suspiciously 
as they went. 

Mrs. Glasgow did not come home, and 
Janet did get the supper. There was no one 
to eat it but Mr. Gard and Aleck and herself. 
Then they put up a supper for her father 
and Taney, if he was within reach. They 
looked carefully in every direction first 
and then Janet went toward the hazel 
brush with it while Mr. Gard went out to 
milk the cows. She was very cautious, for 
she felt that a great deal depended on her 

wisdom in doing this. She walked straight 
out, as if she were going to the spring for 
water, and was careful to carry her pail as 
lightly as if it were empty. She played a 
little, looking at herself in the water barrel 
and poking sticks at a little green frog on a 
wet stone by the spring. Then in an idle 
way she went into the edge of the brush 
and peered into the green dimness. "Father," 
she said very softly and listened into the 
thicket. No one replied. She went a step 
or two and spoke again, still cautiously. 
She hated to go on into the depth of this 
until her father answered. 

There was a sound to her left, — a crackle 
and a pushing, — and a man broke through 
the bushes. He was not her father, and he 
was not Taney. He was one of the men 
who had been at the door, the one with the 
smooth, rather merry, face. 

"Call again," he said. "Call louder." 

TANET stared in terror. She could not 
« have called, even for herself. She could 
not have run, had that been possible. She 
could not have screamed. For a moment she 
seemed not even to breathe. 

"Call, yell," said the man again. 

"I can't," responded Janet faintly. 

"Oh, yes, you can. Speak up." He did not 
speak roughly, only very firmly — but very 
quietly too, as if he did not wish to be heard 

"I can't," said Janet, not quite so faintly. 

"We'll see," said the man, still more 
quietly and firmly. He came nearer, caught 
her arm and held it tight. "Now speak!" 

"Let me go! I won't!" cried Janet, trying 
to pull away from his grasp. The man's 
hand upon her seemed an awful thing. Per- 
haps because of the horror it was easier for 
her not to speak. It seemed paralyzing. 

"All right then," said the man in a low 
impatient voice, "you can say something 
that will do as well." With his lips com- 
pressed he took her arm in both hands and 
began to twist it, first a little and then more 
and more painfully. 

"Oh, you're a shame! You're a dog!" 
breathed Janet. She had not any word to 
say to such a man. She had never felt a 
pain so great. It went all through her. But 
if she screamed, her father might hear and 
run to her. 

The man still held her, looking in her face 
and keeping his cruel hands firm. She 
couldn't be so proud; she began to cry in 
spite of herself, not aloud, but with little 
indrawn "ohs" and quivering sobs. 

"Will you do it?" urged the man. 

But she only cried the more deeply. She 
could not help it. 

Then the man suddenly dropped her arm. 
"I can't do any more. I don't want to tor- 
ture children." He considered his move- 
ments and abruptly turned down through 
the trees to the creek. "You're a good one," 
he said heartily as he tramped away. 

It is no comfort to be called a good any- 
thing when your arm is hurting as if it were 
broken and could never be mended. Janet 
sank to the ground and cried and moaned 
a little, rubbing her elbow painfully. 

But at last she rose and slipped cautiously 
into the brush. 

Her mother had come home. The sick 
man was somewhat better, with "mustard 
outside and inside," she said. 

Janet told how her father had not been 
there, and how the strange man had been. 
Her mother and Mr. Gard exchanged looks. 

Janet sat and cautiously nursed her sore 
arm. She had not told that part of the story. 
But the recollection of it made her say bit- 
terly, "Now I know what Southerners are 

"Not much," retorted Mr. Card. "You're 
finding out mighty little about Southerners. 
These you see are just poor whites, regular 
crackers. I've been South a little." The most 
of Mr. Gard's opinions of places and people 
were accompanied with, "1 was there once." 
"They despise a white man that works, 
because they live where slaves do the work, 
but they haven't money enough to be any- 
thing themselves. They come up here and 
ride round because they're paid to do it 
and haven't anything to keep them at home. 
But I'll bet the plantation folks despise 'em 
more than we do. You get that right, sister. 
Don't get any wrong notions about things 
in general. If it ever comes to a real war, 
the way old John Brown and his folks think, 
I don't expect to meet any of these sneaks 
in it. They'll be hiding out somewhere and 
stealing after dark. They don't take any 
big risks even here, riding round in bunches 
this way." 

M r. ( iard did not often speak so earnestly. 


December p, 1926 



THE boatswain of the Merry Merchant 
had no more than been placed in hos- 
pital in Rio, where, a few days before, 
the vessel had discharged her New- 
foundland cargo of cured codfish in drums, 
than Captain Tuke received seven applica- 
tions from his own forecastle for the vacant 
post. The captain ignored them. He was 
not the kind of man to be hurried toward 
any step by any agents of less importance 
than owners, wind and tide. What happened 
in the op^n roadstead off Spaniard's Cove, 
where he had anchored to ferry olT a two- 
months' supply of water, proved that he had 
done wisely in waiting. 

The anchor became fouled. In surging 
against it the crew had broken the windlass. 
The capstan would not budge the cable. 
Mr. Funnel, the mate, began operations by 
taking soundings. He had no more than 
found that the vessel rode in six fathom of 
water than word came forward for all hands 
to "lay" aft and hear what the captain had 
to say to them. 

"Lads," said the captain, "since we left 
Rio I've received seven applications for the 
vacant berth of boson. Corney Killigr iw is 
the only man of the lot — the only A. B. — 
who's not asked for the job. What's the 
trouble with ye, Corney?" 

"Well, sir," replied Corney, awkwardly, 
"I don't be much o' a hand at axin' for 
things. Seems to me if a man wants to give 
me a berth he'll do it widout my axin'." 
"Right!" exclaimed the captain. And then 
he continued, more quietly, "The man I 
want for bos^n is the best man out of the 
fo'castle — an' that's the man who can clear 
my anchor for me. What she's foul of I 
don't know an' I can't think — but the man 
who gets her clear will have the berth of 
bosun for this voyage, and for the next too, 
if he wants it. We'll all step forward, Mr. 
Funnel; and between you an' me we'll see 
that the trials are made fair an' ship-shape." 
By a system of drawing scraps of paper 
from the mate's hat, the order in which the 
men were to make their trials was established. 
To the mind of a sailor, no choice is fairer 
than the blind selection of chance. Bill 
Walen was the fortunate possessor of the 
right to make the first attempt at the solving 
of the mystery. With an expression of der- 
ring-do on his wide, bewhiskered face, he 
stripped to his canvas trousers made one 
end of a line fast about his waist, put the 
other end into the hands of his mess-mates 
with vague and husky directions as to when 
and how to haul him in, and then went over 
the side and down the cable like an over- 
grown monkey. Bill's heart was heavy 
within him, for he was a poor swimmer and 
feared the water, and the fish within it, with 
a fear that tightened his chest so that he 
could scarcely breath. The majority of New- 
foundland sailors are helpless in the water. 
All have been fishermen in their earlier days 
— and there is a saying in the fishing-harbors 
that, in case of disaster in those icy waters, 
the quicker a man sinks the briefer the 
agony of mind and body. 

Five minutes after descending the cable 
Bill went up it and over the rail. 

"She be fouled in an old hulk o' a wrack, 
sir," he said. 

"That'll do for you," replied the captain. 
"You hadn't so much as the top of your 
head under water. You'd better go ashore 
in the islands an' apply to a pastry cook." 

The second man to go down the cable was 
Tim Kelley. He did better than Bill. At one 
time he was all under — entirely out of sight 
for at least two seconds. He felt himself to 
be something of a hero as he stepped on deck ; 
but as he hadn't seen within thirty feet of 
the lower end of the cable, and was a poor 
hand at inventing, he had nothing to report. 
And now it was Corney Killigrew's turn. 
Unlike most Newfoundlanders, he could 
swim. He had been taught when a small boy, 
by an Englishman who took a bath every 
morning; and he had made a practice of 
going into the sea, especially in the tropics, 
whenever the chance offered. 

"Could a boat be lowered, sir?" he asked 
the captain. "I'd do better if I could go in 
from a boat." 

'""THAT'S the first word of sense I've 
J- heard today," said the captain, and 
immediately gave the orders for clearing 
and lowering the port lifeboat. In five 
minutes the boat was in the water and close 
against the taut cable, with Corney and two 
others aboard. Corney had a fair-sized coil of 
light line in the stern-sheets of the boat. 
He made one end fast, took the other in his 
hand, and dived overboard as cleanly as an 
otter. His eyes were wide open, and the 
vertical cable looked like a black pole beside 

Six Fathom Down 


A glance showed Corney Killigrew that the anchor slanted gradually away at 
both ends . He snatched away a mass of the trailing weed 

him, wavering a little in the green gloom. 
He laid his left hand on the great chain and 
descended more slowly. A thought of sharks 
came to his mind. He stared round on every 
side, trying to pierce the green and amber 
shadows. He could see no living thing save 
a slender garfish poised motionless in the 
water. And now his lungs were aching for 
fresh air. Recalling his courage, and urging 
his lagging spirit with thought of the reward 
that awaited him if successful in the investi- 
gation, he slipped deeper, moving hand over 
hand down the cable. Now he came to the 
great anchor, hanging upright. He drew him- 
self down to it, head first. Hard and fast 
across one of the flukes lay something long 
and shapeless with drapings of weed— some- 
thing that looked like one of the very ribs of 
old earth. A glance showed him that it 
slanted gradually away at both ends toward 
the hidden bottom, taut as a brace. He 
snatched away a mass of the trailing weed 
and felt in the gash with his hand. It was 
iron that his fingers touched — a great link of 
rusted iron. The anchor of the bark was 
fouled in an old ship's-cable. Now his lungs 
felt as if they would burst with the pressure 
of the pent-up breath. He tried to pass the 
end of the line which he had brought down 
with him under the weed-draped chain; but 
he fumbled it, and it slipped from his fingers. 
He knew that he had not a second to waste 
in trying to recover the line. Turning upright, 
he planted his feet firmly on one of the flukes 
of the anchor and sprang straight upward. 
He stroked frantically with his arms and 
legs; and though his brain told him that he 
was shooting upward, toward air and sun- 
light, at a fine rate, a fearful dread cried 
within him that he was hanging stationary 
in the water. He redoubled his efforts. He 
fought like a madman to escape to the sur- 
face from that hell of suffocation. The brief 
seconds were like minutes — minutes of 

desperate struggle and unutterable pain. 
He felt a dull blow upon the top of his head! 
A soothing shock went through him, and a 
stupor as sweet and painless as sleep en- 
folded him. 

Corney Killigrew opened his eyes fifteen 
minutes after he had been stunned by 
striking his head against the bottom of the 
lifeboat. He found himself lying on the deck 
of the bark, under the forward awning, with 
the captain, Mr. Funnel and his shipmates 
bunched around him. He patted the top of 
his head inquiringly with his finger-tips, 
and then sat up and smiled at the captain. 
He did not have to ask what had happened 
to him. 

"I found the trouble, sir," he said. 

"Aye, lad, on your way up you found it," 
replied the captain. 

Corney had no time to so much as smile 
at this attempt at pleasantry. He had 
gone through far too much in the search 
for that old cable to make light of the 

"She be fouled in a great, ancient old 
cable, sir," he said. 

"What would a cable be doin' here- 
abouts?" returned the captain. "You'd best 
lay still, lad, an' not talk for a while, for you 
got a nasty rap on the top of your head." 

CORNEY sprang indignantly to his feet. 
"Let me over the side again, wid that 
same line in my hand again, an' I'll pass it 
under that cable as sure as my name be 
Corney Killigrew," he cried. 

At that, a member of the crew named 
John Chant spoke up. "He's gone an' took 
his try, sir, an' now it be my turn," he said. 
"An' wid that lump on his top, sir, he don't 
be in fit shape to go down again," he added. 

Captain Tuke turned a pair of chilling eyes 
upon the sp?aker. "If we are foul of a cable," 
he said, "'tis no great matter who goes down 

an' passes the line under it. Corney was 
under a trifle more than three minutes an' 
a half. 'Twas long enough to find something 
— an' he says he found a cable. If he wasn't 
telling the truth, he'd not have named any- 
thing so unlikely as that; so, to my way of 
thmkin', he has the right to go down again 
an" prove he's an honest man as well as a 
mighty slick diver. What d'ye say, Mr. 

"I says yes," replied the mate. 

Again Corney lowered himself into the 
lifeboat and went forward to the cable. 
Except for a slight dizziness, he felt no ill- 
effects from the long stay under water and 
the blow on the head. Again he took the end 
of the line in his hand and dived cleanly 
into the warm, green sea. Now he lost no 
time in the descent but swam straight down 
to the imprisoned anchor, passed the line 
under the weed-hung cable that lay across 
the fluke, and with the end of it in his left 
hand turned for the ascent. He started up- 
ward slowly, sloping away from the bark 
so as not to run the risk again of striking the 
bottom of the lifeboat. He had done every- 
thing so quickly that he felt no discomfort 
in his lungs. 

Corney came to the surface at a distance 
of about twelve yards from the bark and the 
boat. Treading water, he shook the brine 
clear of his eyes and hair. Then he saw that 
the two men in the lifeboat were staring 
toward him — past him — with terror and 
dismay plain on their tanned faces. Looking 
higher, he saw the heads of the remainder 
of the ship's company above the port rail, 
still as wooden posts, their faces all fixed in 
his direction. Then he saw the captain 
spring upright upon the rail, with an old 
rifle in his hand that he had often noticed 
hanging in the outer cabin. 

"You'd best strike out, Corney," cried 
the captain, in a voice that shook. 

It did not take Corney more than a fifth 
of a sscond to guess what that meant. With- 
out a word, he made for the boat at his best 
pace, every ounce of muscle and nerve in his 
body urging him along. He swam with the 
racing stroke, shooting one arm straight out 
and forward, and then the other, and rolling 
from side to side like a torpedo-boat at full 
speed. Every stroke buried his face in the 
bubbling water. He felt a keen, terrifying 
desire to glance over his shoulder — but 
common sense told him that looking would 
do no good. He heard the thumping report 
of the old Snider rifle; but still he surged 
onward. He heard a splash beside him; but 
a terrified glance showed him that it was 
nothing but a thwart that had been hurled 
from the boat. In another second hands 
grasped him under the shoulders and he was 
jerked violently over the side of the boat. In 
the instant of time that he hung over the 
gunwale he turned his head. He caught a 
fleeting vision of bubbling water, a long, 
gray-white belly and a gaping, semicircular 
mouth. Then he sprawled on the bottom of 
the boat. In a black, heavy dream, he felt 
some one force open the grip of his left hand 
and take the end of the line away from him. 

This second shock to Corney's nerves and 
muscular endurance proved to be more 
severe than the first. It was close upon sunset 
when he was at last brought back to con- 
sciousness by the prodding of the mate's 
forefinger against his ribs. 

"Time ye woke up and took some nourish- 
ment, boson," said Mr. Funnel. 

"Hi? What be ye a-sayin'?" exclaimed 
Corney, in a faint and bewildered voice. 

"Time ye swallowed some o' this here 
soup, boson," said the mate. 

"Why d'ye name me boson, sir?" whis- 
pered the man in the bunk. 

"Because that be yer ratin' aboard this 
here bark," replied the other. 

Corney sat up. Sure enough, he was not 
in the forecastle, but in one of the berths 
off the outer cabin — in the boatswain's 
berth ! 

"I remembers, now," he said, slowly. 
"There was the old cable, layin' acrost the 
fluke, an' lookin' like a everlastin' sea sar- 
pent. I passed the end o' the line under it. 
I figgered ye'd haul the old cable taut wid 
the line, an 1 then drop the anchor clear." 

"An' that's just what we done," said Mr. 

At that moment, Captain Tuke came to 
the door of the berth. "Ye've got the grit, 
boson," said he. "It takes a spunky man to 
keep his holt on a line when a twelve-foot 
shark is coming up behind him." 

Corney's scalp tickled at mention of the 
shark; but he forced a wan smile. "What 
wid fear o' the fish, and terror o' yer rifle, sir, 
I was clean paralyzed. Me fingers was froze 
onto the rope!" he said. 

9 6 4 


December 9, 11)26 

ball this year was better than usual. 
Strength was fairly even anions; 
the first six. Two of the remaining 
four were not far behind, and the other two. 
while weak in comparison, were fairly good 
teams as teams were rated this year. 

The season of 1926 produced many re- 
sults that the experts refer to as "upsets," 
but I believe the word lias been overworked. 
If an expert picks a certain team to beat 
another certain team and his prediction 
fails to materialize, then he refers to the 
result as an upset; but is it? Another expert 
may have picked the opposite result, and he 
will refer to the game as one played accord- 
ing to form. The result was in accordance 
with his prediction. Football upsets then 
are largely a matter of viewpoint. 

In these days of advanced football there 
are many good teams. The number of elev- 
ens accorded major ranking grows larger 
and larger each season. The day of weak 
schedules has passed. Few major elevens 
find themselves confronting soft spots. If 
your team plays eight games, at least six of 
them are going to be hard ones. In a few 
years there will be no practice games. 

Now, when a team plays six opponents of 
equal rank on successive Saturdays it niu-i 
have all kinds of football luck to get through 
the schedule unbeaten. Football teams can 
be brought to top pitch only so often. A 
team will play above its speed on one Satur- 
day, but just as sure as it does there will be 
a let-down after that, and the opponent 
meeting the team when it has let down will 
almost certainly defeat it. That very thing 
happened a large number of times this year. 
The result, instead of being an upset, was 
simply a natural consequence. 

Michigan, Illinois, Ohio State, Minnesota, 
Purdue and Northwestern were the best 
among the Western Conference teams this 
season. Wisconsin and Iowa ranked close 
behind them, with Chicago and Indiana 
bringing up the rear. 

The Ten Elevens 

Michigan failed to develop the same power 
in her line that it had last season, and the 
team, as a result, was never so good as in 
1925. Illinois, with Grange no longer gliding 
over her turf, had an excellent line and a 
finely balanced backfield. Ohio State, with a 
powerful line, showed the best offense since 
the days of Harley and Stinchcomb, when 
the Ohioans ruled the Big Ten. Minnesota 
had power in the line and behind it. Purdue's 
showing was really not surprising. The 
Purdue team has for years been well coached, 
and this year the material was better than 
usual, giving Purdue one of the best teams 
in its history. Northwestern has power and 
skill in her backfield. While the line was not 
quite so good as last season, the backs were 
probably a bit better. Wisconsin had a team 
that was better on defense than on attack. 
Wisconsin got away to an unlucky start, 
Inn was strong at the end of the season. 
Iowa had plenty of power in her backfield. 
The team was unlucky in a few games, but 
all season long proved an opponent highly- 
feared by every team that met the western- 
ers. Chicago has for years lacked a good 
attack, but managed to escape defeat be- 
cause of fine defensive skill. The material on 
the Midway was below the usual standard 
this year, with the result that the usual de- 
fensive excellence was lacking. Besides that, 
■the Chicago attack had less to offer than 
usual. Indiana lacked material and never 
got up. 

It requires good men to make good teams, 
and the number of splendid elevens in the 
Western Conference this 
season indicates that 
there were more than the 
usual number of excel- 
lent individual players. 
This was true. It was 
particularly gratifying 
• to see so many fine line- 

Stars of the Big Ten 

A Review of Weslern Conference Football, igz6 


Captain of the 1926 Michigan Team 

men this year. I have been told by veteran 
coaches that it is years since they saw 
so many outstanding forwards as during 
1926. Ohio State, Illinois, Michigan, North- 
western, Purdue, Minnesota, Wisconsin 
and Iowa all had good lines, and on 
nearly every team the line was fairly well 
balanced. Power was evenly distributed. It 
is hard to say that one man is much better 
than his mates, because in some games one 
man has more opportunities. More plays 
come in his direction. He will be able to do 
more on certain days than on others. 

plunger, is a whale of a back in a broken 
field and made a number of long runs. Eby 
proved the best running back. He is big, 
weighing 185, and rangy. He runs hard and 
has a quick pivot. Grimm is an exceedingly 
fast man, able to outrun nearly any defen- 
sive back if he gets loose behind the opposing 
line. Marek is another excellent running 
back. Grimm, Marck and Eby have been 
taught to use their hips to full advantage. 
Their loose-hipped running has carried them 
past many would-be tacklers. 

Michigan, I believe, had the best pair of 

This is the University of rWichigan team, which, as we go to press, seems 
destined to become Champion of the Western Conference. The players, from left 
to right: (Top row) Baer, Truskowski, Steinecker, Grinnell, Nicholson, Shoen- 
feld, Oosterbaan, H. Wtbber, Heston, Pa/meroli, Dewey, Boden, Nylatid, 
Kase, Gabel, Molenda, Oade, and Captain Ben Friedman; (middle row) 
Mclntyre, Harngan, Meese, Rose, Squier, Nicherson, Vommerening, W. Webber, 
Rich, Cragin, Totske, Lovette; (bottom row) Hoffman, Aliller, Puckelwartz, 
Domhoff, Hughes, Whittle, Dahlem, Babcock, Greenwald, Gilbert 

Ohio State, for instance, had a line of big 
men. They had, besides size, power and 
speed and football intelligence. They were a 
hard-going set of forwards who succeeded 
in making holes for the backs, and the backs 
were good enough to ta ke advantage of 
these opportunities. On defense this Ohio 
State line succeeded in getting through and 
smothering plays by the opposition. While 
Ohio State was scored on frequently, the 
team generally managed to do a great deal 
more scoring than its opponents. Studying 
the scores, one comes to the 
conclusion that Ohio State's 
line was better on attack than 
• >n defense, but it was suffi- 
ciently good on defense. 

Two Great Ends 

Ruskowski, in my opinion, 
was a bit better than the 
other Ohio State forwards. 
I would rate him above 
Hess, the star of the Ohio 




ends in the country in Oosterbaan and 
Flora. Oosterbaan, a waiting end, and Flora, 
a rushing end, gave about as thorough 
demonstrations of the two styles of end play 
as will ever be presented by two wing men 
on the same team. Both are intelligent foot- 
ball players. Oosterbaan is elusive, Flora 
strong. Flora is one of the strongest men I 
have ever met. Oosterbaan glides by tacklers, 
Flora dumps them. Baer, converted into a 
tackle this year (he was a guard in 1925), 
proved the star of the Michigan line. He is 
one of the most aggressive 
linemen I have seen. He is 
strong, quick, fast and intelli- 
gent. Gilbert, the Michigan 
left halfback, was the team's 
one triple-threat man. One of 
the best punters in the 
Western Conference, Gilbert 
was also a fine ball carrier, 
a good receiver and thrower 
of forward passes. Molenda, 
at fullback, was an outstand- 


left guard, 


State line last season. Ruskowski is ing line plunger and a splendid de- 

a tackle and Hess a guard. They fensive player. I have seen few his 

play on opposite sides of the line, equal in backing up a line. 
Ruskowski was a bit more consis- Illinois' line came strong once the 

tent through the season than Hess, season got under way. I thought 

but either of them would be willingly Shivcly, left guard, the best of their 

with the best of them, and he was also good 
at throwing forward passes. Peters was the 
new star brought out by the Illini this year. 
One of the fastest men that ever wore a 
cleated shoe, Peters is also probably the best 
dropkicker in the game today. 

I think it would be a grave injustice to 
say that one of Northwestern's linemen was 
better than his fellows. They are an even 
lot; one of the best set of forwards of the 
season, although not quite as strong as the 
1925 combination, when Lowry, the center, 
proved himself one of the best line players 
in the United States. 

In the Northwestern backfield we have 
considerable talent. Lewis and Baker stand 
apart. Lewis, with weight and power, is 
particularly valuable in backing up the line. 
Baker, a triple-threat man, is also a good re- 
ceiver of forward passes. Lewis is an effective 

Chicago not Strong 

Minnesota progressed on power this year. 
The team had plenty of weight and strength. 
Joesting, the fullback, is a good line plunger, 
but Barnhart, I believe, was a more valua- 
ble back. He can kick, throw passes and is a 
good runner, particularly off tackle. He is 
also a valuable cog in the defense of the 
team. Nydahl, who did not play regularly 
through the season, is a good broken-field 
runner, and his sprint of sixty yards after 
catching a punt enabled Minnesota to defeat 
its traditional rival, Wisconsin. Gary looked 
to me to be the best of the Minnesota line- 
men. He is extremely aggressive and has 
plenty of range. 

Kutsch, a back, and Nelson, left tackle, 
topped the Iowa combination this year. 
Kutsch was one of the best backs of the sea- 
son. Against Illinois he pivoted out of the 
arms of Reitsch, the Illini center, and scored 
a touchdown. Nelson is a hard tackier and a 
clever lineman. He was the star among the 
linemen in the Iowa-Ohio State game, out- 
playing the Ohio forwards. Kutsch is a hard- 
driving back who has to be brought down to 
be stopped. 

Rouse, at center, is probably the best man 
on the Chicago team this year. Chicago was 
weak all season. In the Ohio game, for in- 
stance, Chicago had the ball on the Ohio 
State four-yards line. After three plays Chi- 
cago had the ball four and one-half yards 
from the Ohio State goal. Chicago tried to 
kick a field goal on fourth down, and Ohio 
State blocked the ball. The incident was 
typical of Chicago play this year. 

Heads-up Football 

Purdue, while failing to produce winning 
Teams in the past, has always brought out 
fighting teams, and this year's eleven proved 
the fightingest of the lot. Purdue had un- 
usually good backs, and best among them 
was Wilcox, short and stocky, with a good 
leg drive and fine hip movement. He proved 
an extremely hard man to stop, and he had 
exceptional versatility, being able to do 
everything demanded of a back. Koransky, 
another back, was also above the ordinary, 
but not so good as Wilcox. 

Wisconsin, playing heads-up foot ball, 
found Leitl its best lineman. He is a tackle, 
playing on the left side of the line. He is a 
good place-kicker, and he proved a valuable 
man going down under punts. Harmon, a 
halfback, was consistently good. He does not 
use his hips, but is quick on his feet. Crofoot, 
quarterback, is fast and shifty. Burrus, the 
right end, is quick and rangy, a hard man to 
take off his feet. In the Wisconsin-Minne- 
sota game, Burrus picked up a fumbled ball 
and ran eighty yards for a touchdown. 

That about sizes up 
the talent in the Western 
Conference this year. It 
was an exceptional sea- 
son, one of the most in- 
teresting in the football 
history of the Big Ten 
of the West. 


Nttrt/nrt \!ou 

grabbed by any coai hwho 
watched them in action, 
They are among the stars 
of the year. Ruskowski is one 
of the rangiest tackles 1 have 
seen, and one of the strongest. 
He is extremely aggressive. 
Klein, the Ohio State center, 
also proved himself an out- 
standing individual. 

The Ohio State backfield 
is unusually good. Karow, 
while not much of a line 

Rouse, center, Chicago 

forwards. He was an ex- 
ceptionally good man. 
But Marriner and Grable 
were corking tackles. Schultz, 
the other guard, was a top- 
notcher, and Reitsch proved 
an excellent center. 

The same kind of balance 
existed behind the Illinois 
line. Lanum, in my opinion, 
was the best defensive back 
in the Western Conference 
this season. He could punt 



December g, 1926 



The Cow Term 

By Roe L. Hendrick 

I NEVER see a cow at the roadside, — not so 
common a sight now as it was fifty years 
ago, — without thinking of Old Bunce, her 
owner, Giles Blake, and his grandson, Davy 
Abrams. They lived in the Blanding district 
when I was a small boy. 

Giles Blake was a veteran of the War of 
1812 and of the Mexican War, who, through 
some irregularity in his discharge papers, 
was denied a pension for many years. This 
so soured him that he became very difficult 
to deal with, for he flatly refused to pay- 
taxes and quarreled with most of his rela- 
tives and neighbors. When I remember him 
he was a tall, heavy old man, very lame as 
the result of rheumatism and so morose that 
he seldom spoke to anyone except to engage 
in ill-natured argument. 

He lived on a place of a few acres about 
a mile from the schoolhouse-and near my 
father's farm, with his invalid wife, who had 
gone blind in her old age, and an orphaned 
grandson, Davy Abrams, then in his early 
teens. Davy led a sad life, for from early 
spring till late in the fall he was kept out 
herding Old Bunce, the family cow, at the 
roadside. There was no pasture on the little 
Blake place, and the offer of free pasturage 
by my father and other neighbors was 
sourly declined by Blake, who declared that 
he "wanted no charity." 

Of course, such conditions would not be 
tolerated today, but they were then, which 
was long before the adoption of a compul- 
sory school-attendance law. Then, too, Old 
Bunce was so "breachy" and mischievous 
that she would have been an unbearable 
nuisance if left to her own devices. 

Davy, therefore, was able to attend 
school only in winter, and, though a bright 
boy, he was without proper guidance or 
wholesome restraint. He was frequently 
beaten by his grandfather, but was out of 
the latter's sight most of the time and soon 
developed a feud with the other boys of the 
neighborhood. I presume he inherited some I 
of the ill-will felt toward Mr. Blake. 

One morning in early spring — I think it | 
was in the year 1876 — Davy engaged in a 
long-range battle with stones with four of 
the boys who were on their way to school, 
and was knocked senseless by a missile I 
thrown by John Ingraham. Miss Mattie 
Borden, our teacher, saw the conflict from | 
afar and came hurrying up to interpose, but 
arrived a few seconds too late. 

Her action was prompt. She sent John 
Ingraham to care for Old Bunce, who had 
already invaded a garden, had Davy carried 
into the schoolhouse and, after restoring 
him to consciousness, held a sort of informal 
court, with herself as judge. After question- 
ing all the participants and witnesses she 
lost no time in rendering her decision. 

The boys of the school were to take over 
the herding of the vagrant cow, each being 
assigned a regular hour on one or more days 
of the week. The time was so arranged as to 
interfere as little as possible with recitations, 
and all were to study some assigned lesson 
while busied as herders. Davy was to care 
for the cow before and after school, but to 
be free to attend regularly. 

Miss Mattie was a remarkable person, the 
best proof of which is that she actually 
carried out this program for fourteen 
weeks without interference from anyone; 
and I am sure that it did good to all con- 
cerned. Everyone regarded her plan as a 
joke at first and freely predicted that old 
Giles Blake would put a stop to it without 
delay; but he simply ignored the arrange- 
ment. Possibly he regarded it as the well- 
merited punishment of the children of 
neighbors, whom he heartily disliked, or 
perhaps Miss Mattie saw him privately and 
in some mysterious manner persuaded him 
to give Davy a chance. What really hap- 
pened we never knew, but "the cow term," 
as it was known in local history, was carried 
to a successful conclusion. 

It even was arranged to continue it in the 
fall; but during the summer Mr. Blake got 
his long-delayed pension, with a consider- 
able sum in back pay, and very soon there- 
after he took to his bed and died. He seemed 
shocked by his unexpected good fortune. 

Davy attended school regularly till Miss 
Mattie went West, where later she secured 
a position for him. When last heard from he 
was prospering as a merchant. 

The only one who probably did not 
regard "the cow term" as an unqualified 
success was Old Bunce, who was fattened 
and sold for beef soon after its close. 




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ONE feels a sort of shame in being for- 
tunate or happy, when one is brought 
face to face with the miseries or misfortunes 
of others. 

An Exercise that is recommended for 
reducing a too exuberant waist line is 
placing both hands on the edge of the table 
and firmly pushing back. 

The New York Telephone Directory 
lists 931,000 subscribers. With such a 
preponderance of possible wrong numbers, 
tht.* speed and accuracy of the service is a 
credit to humanity. 

Can Anyone give any good reason why the 
citizens of Washington should not be 
allowed at least to vote for their own 
municipal government? They are of course 
deprived of the right to vote for President or 
members of Congress, but it would seem 
that that ought to be disfranchisement 

In What Other Country of the civilized 
world is it necessary to enlist the services 
of the army to protect the mails from bandits 
and gunmen, not in lonely and desolate 
regions, but in the very heart of the most 
thickly settled and thoroughly policed 
regions? Why is the United States the 
paradise of criminals and outlaws? Let our 
policemen, our lawyers, our judges and our 
jurymen answer. 


WE read recently in the newspaper the 
story of a woman who had for a 
number of years contributed to magazines 
and other periodicals series of popular 
articles on "How to Train a Girl," only to be 
shocked by finding that her own daughter 
had become a regular attendant on juvenile 
drinking-parties, had helped to "hold up" 
an old man and rob him of a considerable 
sum of money and had then run away from 
home to spend the loot in more lively 
dissipation in Chicago. 

The episode does not prove, as some 
commentators have tried to convince us, 
that a woman cannot devote herself to 
breadwinning without neglecting her home. 
There are plenty of men who are equally 
recreant to their own responsibilities as 
fathers, and who spend all their energy in 
making money or in managing their busi- 
ness, while their sons run wild, and come to 
all sorts of grief for want of sympathetic and 
intelligent treatment at home. 

But what it does prove is that some par- 
ents are so eager to "live their own lives" and 
make a stir in the world that they neglect the 
one great duty that life has laid upon them. 
It is not necessarily true that the lady in 
question did not know how to bring up 
children. Perhaps she did; perhaps her 
articles were full of good sense. But she was 
so anxious to help other people, to do 
something that would call public attention 
to herself and to perform a more or less 
conspicuous kind of "service" that she forgot 
the thing that should have lain first of all 
upon her conscience, and neglected her own 
child in her ambition to do something worth 
while for society at large. 

Let mothers and fathers remember this. 
Service, like charity, begins at home. One 
thing certainly, is required of them, the 

bringing up of their own children to become 
well-behaved, conscientious, useful young 
men and women. No father is under obliga- 
tion to make so much money that his boys 
and girls can have every form of luxury, 
innocent as well as harmful. No mother is 
under obligation to be a busy leader in 
every kind of social organization. There is 
no objection to a man's being a successful 
business man or to a woman's prominence in 
activities outside her home, if they have, 
first of all. given to their children the time, 
the attention, the counsel and the sympathy 
that the growing youngsters need. But they 
are melancholy failures, whatever their 
apparent success in life, if, through careless- 
ness, unwise indulgence or impatience with 
the endless responsibilities of parenthood, 
they have permitted their own sons and 
daughters to fall into bad company, to 
acquire cheap and vulgar habits and man- 
ners, to wreck their own lives and become 
influences for evil on the lives of others. 

We have never had any patience with the 
idea that youth today is essentially different 
from what youth has always been. There 
are millions of clean, high-minded, thought- 
ful boys and girls in the country today. 
There are many of another kind, unfor- 
tunately, and their extravagances of conduct 
are widely advertised by a sensation-loving 
press. Most of the cases of that sort are the 
result of parental neglect, of a definite 
lowering of standards of conduct among the 
older generation, or an unwillingness of 
fathers and mothers to give up enough time 
from their own pursuits or amusements to 
make the home what it should be and to 
give their children that firm grounding in 
the fundamentals of life which will keep 
them from yielding to the temptations to 
folly and vice that the world is always ready 
to offer them. 


A CERTAIN man set out not long ago to 
buy a chuck for his lathe. He knew that 
it would cost him something between $25 
and $40, and therefore wished to satisfy him- 
self as to the best make and model before he 
spent his money. 

He first visited the largest dealers in 
machine tools in the city — and it is no mean 
city, either. Yes, they carried chucks. What's- 
His-Name's were undoubtedly the best; 
that was the make they carried. Had they 
Whozis's make, or a catalogue of them? The 
salesman would see. He was gone ten min- 
utes, which he spent at the telephone. When 
he returned to the customer he told him that 
the boy in the catalogue room was out. Sorry. 

Three other places the prospective pur- 
chaser visited, with similar experiences — 
half-awake, uninterested and ill-informed 
salesmen, many of whom didn't know their 
own stock, and none of whom could tell him 
about any but the one or two makes that 
their firm carried. What was the diameter of 
the center hole in the five-inch size? Which 
model was the more accurate, the geared 
screw or the geared scroll? Which would 
wear the longer? They didn't know. 

At the fifth place the man found things 
different. The salesman who came to meet 
him was about sixty years old — tall, spare, 
hook-nosed: a typical old-time Yankee. Yes, 
sir, he knew something about chucks. What 
kind of work was it proposed to do? How 
large was the swing of the lathe? Whozis's 
catalogue? Yes, right here. What's-His- 
Name's? Yes, we have that, too. He took 
the customer over to his desk and gave him a 
seat. Out of the top drawer he pulled cat- 
alogue after catalogue, pointed out the 
different models, told him what were sup- 
posed to be the advantages of each one, and 
which prices were net and what the discount 
was on others. The customer took the cat- 
alogues home and the next day ordered his 
chuck — of the old salesman. 

Any man can have the same experience in 
any line of business. He will meet salesmen 
who spend their unoccupied time in discuss- 
ing football and hockey scores instead of 
studying their stock; who move indolently 
and show goods reluctantly; who do not 
know even the wares their own firm carries, 
much less the supposed merits of those goods 
over other and competing makes. They are 
the unprofitable servants of the Scriptures. 

It seems never to occur to them that the 
parable means exactly what it says. No man 
wants an unprofitable servant, no dealer 
wants a salesman who does not earn his own 
wages and make something for the house 
besides. That is why there are so many 
advertisements under the heading of "Sit- 
uations Wanted." It is the man who knows 

not only his own goods but others' who 
sticks and grows old with the firm, and 
eventually gets a partnership. He is the 
profitable servant. 




'"THE heroes of youth are men of action. 
J- Respect for the achievements of intellect 
comes later. The young in years, and to a 
considerable extent also the young in heart, 
whatever their age, always find a thrill in 
watching and a satisfaction in admiring the 
men who, through a perfect command of 
muscle and nerve, and a nice combination 
of agility and daring, are able to do what 
most of us can only dream of doing. 

Such a hero of youth is Tyrus Cobb, who 
after twenty years or more of eminence as a 
baseball player has announced his retire- 
ment from the diamond. Only a professional 
ball player, you say? That is true, but the 
possessor nevertheless of qualities that made 
him, in that occupation, a by no means 
unworthy object of boyish admiration, and 
a figure of national reputation. 

For many years he was the most skillful, 
sure, and clever batsman in the great na- 
tional game, the swiftest and most daring 
base-runner in the profession, and a fielder 
second to none. He was never a routine 
player. He was always doing the unex- 
pected — hitting the ball where no one 
thought he would; stealing a base, when the 
chances were all against his doing it success- 
fully; stretching a base hit into a two-base 
hit, or coming home on a hit that would have 
taken no other player beyond third; using 
his speed and sureness of eye to take a fly- 
ball that looked certain to go far over his 
head. Always alive, always full of energy 
and subtlety, a player who had wit and 
humor and a personality that gave color and 
brilliance to every play he made — the 
d'Artagnan of the ball field. 

And though he always played hard and 
eagerly, he played cleanly, honestly, fairly. 
He loved to win, and he managed to put into 
what is a business after all the enthusiasm 
of a true sportsman. One felt that in spite 
of his large professional earnings he was 
playing the game as an amateur does — for 
the fun of it. A clean liver too, and a man to 
be respected because success and admiration 
did not at any time turn his head or set him 
on fire with conceit. Boyhood may easily find 
many less admirable heroes than Ty Cobb. 


A CONVENTION of physicians always 
hears suggestions and gets advice that 
would be of great service to laymen who 
desire to live long and be healthy and happy. 
The Interstate Postgraduate Medical As- 
sembly of North America, which met re- 
cently in Cleveland, gave earnest ear to sev- 
eral speakers who urged the importance of 
being in good spirits when you eat. "Be 
cheerful at your meals," they said. "Never 
let youremotions play with you while dining. 
Avoid unpleasant and disturbing sights at 
the table, and safeguard yourself against 

The advice is not only good but greatly 
needed. Who can recall without a feeling of 
pity the mournful behavior of the hired man 
as he plods his melancholy way to the 
kitchen at the sound of the dinner horn, or 
the dreamy and depressed way in which he 
toys with the jowl-and-greens? Who can 
view unmoved the funereal gait of the 
lumber-camp crew when the cookie bangs 
the pendant piece of railway iron, and the 
men file in to chow? And the members of 
the boys' and girls' camps — how sad to 
watch their grief -drawn faces and the 
silent tears that salt their daily meals! 

As for us, we long ago learned the greater 
wisdom. Learned it? We never had to learn 
it. It "came natural" to us to be cheerful 
when we ate. Indeed, even in early youth, 
when we returned from school and found 
a batch of fresh doughnuts on the pantry 
shelf, we were accustomed to break into 
gladsome song as cheerful as Miriam's. The 
stern discipline of later life has enabled us to 
overcome all antipathy to fried chicken with 
sweet potatoes, and lobster salad and angel 
cake and apple pie with ice cream. They fail 
to depress us. We greet them with a cheerful 
spirit and a welcoming smile, and we 
chortle with glee when the nuts and raisins 
appear. We cannot always avoid unpleasant 
or disturbing sights — or sounds — when we 
eat in a cafeteria; but even a soupgon of 
sibilance does not upset our digestion. 
Nevertheless, we are glad to relay the 
doctors' advice to anyone who needs it. 

A Weekly Record of Current Events 


IT is announced from Paris that the chem- 
ists of the National Research Society have 
achieved the production of an artificial petro- 
leum. The process is still kept secret, but 
it is said that the liquid which can be refined 
to produce the gasoline can be derived either 
from coal or from wood. It is doubtful 
whether it would be more economical for 
France to procure its gasoline in this way 
than to continue to buy it from the United 
States or other oil-producing countries; but 
if there should be any great reduction in the 
output of the petroleum, and if the exporting 
countries put an embargo on gasoline in 
consequence, the possession of this synthetic 
process would be of the greatest value to 


FOR several weeks the premiers of the 
various British dominions have been en- 
gaged in a very important conference with 
representatives of the British government in 
London. A variety of questions have been 
discussed; the most significant of all concerns 
the status that the dominions are to have 
within the empire. It has already been de- 
termined that governors-general will hence- 
forth be viceroys in fact, representing the 
King, but not the responsible government of 
Great Britain. Communication between 
Canada, Australia, New Zealand and South 
Africa and Great Britain will be direct in- 
stead of passing through the office of a 
governor-general. The dominions will main- 
tain high commissioners in London, who will 
have the status of ambassadors or at least of 
ministers plenipotentiary; and it is consi- 
dered probable that they will also be permit- 
ted to have their own diplomatic representa- 
tives in foreign capitals when they desire 
them. Under these circumstances the greater 
dominions will have almost all the preroga- 
tives of independendent nations, united to 
Great Britain only through a common al- 
legiance to the king. 


THE hostility between Italy and France, 
which arose originally from the fact that 
a number of the plotters against the Fascist 
regime had taken refuge in France and were 
apparently carrying on their intrigues there 
undisturbed, has been aggravated by the sus- 
picious activities of Ricciotti Garibaldi, the 
grandson of the famous Italian patriot. 
Garibaldi, who has been living in Nice, was 
arrested by the French police, who assert 
that he has been encouraging and even or- 
ganizing plots against Mussolini and move- 
ments in support of a rebellion of Catalonia 
against Spain, with the view of embroiling 
France with both Italy and Spain. Garibaldi 
has always been known as an enemy of Fas- 
cism. It is the belief of the French that he is 
actually an agent of Mussolini to stir up 
trouble between the two countries and to put 
France in a bad light before the world. 
What the real facts are is at present in doubt, 
but there is no question that the episode has 
strained still more severely the relations 
between France and Italy. 


TEOPOLD, the Crown Prince of Belgium, 
-*— ' has been married to the Princess Astrid 
of Sweden, and Belgium is in a furore of 
rejoicing. The Crown Prince is himself a fa- 
vorite with the people, and the young Prin- 
cess seems to have made an impression on 
the Belgians not unlike that which the late 
Queen Alexandra made on England when 
she became the bride of the Prince of Wales 
in 1863. The royal couple were twice married ; 
there was a civil ceremony at the palace in 
Stockholm, and a brilliant religiousceremony 
in the cathedral of Ste. Gudule in Brussels, 
after the arrival of the Prince and Princess 
in Belgium. The Princess is of a Protestant 
family, but as the wife of the Belgian heir- 
apparent she will become united with the 
Roman Catholic Church. 


TTHE campaign of the Cantonese army in 
■J- the Yangtse Valley continues. Gen. Chiang 
Kai-shek, its commander, has been wounded, 

December t), 1926 


(Continued from page 970) 
Greek line border, with a frieze of opposed 
triangles separated by double lines and a 
similar base ring. It was made in northern 
California by a Siwash. 

Another of my baskets is a bottle for 
carrying seeds; it holds half a gallon. 


READING in a recent number of your 
- paper the article about Old Dobbin 
getting into the cornfield recalled to my mind 
an incident I witnessed on the range in 
southeastern Oregon. I left home one morn- 
ing to go into town, and the road led by a 
pond of water. The pond was partly inside of 
an inclosed field, a fence running across one 
end of the pond leaving something like 
twenty acres on the outside where range 
stock came down to drink. In passing around 
the field the stock would ofttimes wade 
through the pond close to the fence, and in 
doing so would tramp up the muck on the 
bottom, making it boggy for weak stock. 

As I topped a rise some three hundred 
yards from the edge, I saw a band of about 
twenty horses coming from the opposite 
side down to drink. They waded out into 
the water something like twenty yards from 
the edge, and among them was a mare with 
a colt two or three days old. It went with its 
mother out into the water, and when it 
came close to the fence it bogged down with 
its hind feet and soon sat down on its 
haunches in the water. 

I drove my team up as close as I could and 
stopped them, got out of the rig and was 
preparing to take off my shoes, roll up my 
trousers and wade out and aid the little 
fellow. By this time the bunch had left the 
water and were on the shore. Of course the 
mother of the colt was showing great 
anxiety and running back and forth at the 
edge of the water. Before I had taken one 
shoe off my foot, a stallion that led the herd, 
waded out to the colt, got it by the neck just 
as a cat does a kitten, lifted it clear of the 
water and carried it to the shore. 

Of course when he closed on the colt's 
neck with his teeth it squealed because of the 
pain; and that enraged its mother, who left 
the herd, which was some little distance from 
the edge of the water by this time, and flew 
at the stallion, with mouth open and ears 
laid back, and they both reached the edge 
of the water about the same instant. 

Now here's where the stallion showed his 
sagacity. He turned himself to one side, then 
swung his head quickly in the opposite 
direction, laid the colt on the ground and 
leaped away just as the mare wheeled and 
kicked viciously at him with both hind feet. 
He galloped into the herd, the colt sprang up, 
joined its mother, and they trotted off to 
their grazing ground as if nothing uncommon 
had happened. I couldn't help saying to 
that old horse, ' ' Well done, old fellow ; 
human ingenuity could not have done that 
any better." 


NOT until 1750, says Mrs. Elisabeth 
Anthony Dexter, did the idea of ad- 
vertising goods especially suited to th time 
of year — which seems so obvious to the 
modern mind — occur to the business men 
and women of the American colonies. Before 
that, they advertised at any time, though 
not very freely, what they kept in stock or 
issued special advertisements featuring new 
imported goods on the arrival of the ship 
that brought them. One of the first forms in 
which seasonable advertising appeared was 
the trade in seeds, and this was largely car- 


'THIS is a smart trick with a handkerchief. 
-*- You hold it by one corner, and call 
attention to the corner which is hanging. 
You raise the lower corner and shake it. 
After two or three attempts, a knot sud- 
denly appears in the corner! 

The knot is there at the beginning, but 
you are the only person who knows it. It is 
tied in the corner which you hold in your hand, 
and is Ihus hidden from view. 

First, the other hand brings up the loose 
corner to the hand which holds the knotted 
corner, and the loose corner is shaken out. 
After one or two attempts, the hands quietly 
exchange the corners, and when the cloth is 
shaken, the knot appears in the hanging 

ried on by women, sometimes as an adjunct 
to a grocery, often as a small home busi- 
ness. There were no gorgeously illustrated 
seedsmen's catalogues in those days, but 
probably farmers and gardeners found a 
simple advertisement bv Mrs. Lydia Dyar, 
in the spring of 1751 no less thrilling and en- 
ticing. She advertised for sale, at her shop 
in the North End of Boston, near the Salu- 
tion Tavern, the very best of vegetable 
seeds, which she listed at length, to- 
gether with "a varity of Fine Flower 
Seeds, imported in the very Last Ship from 

Fashions and fabrics next came to be ad- 
vertised with a proper reference to the time 
of year. Bridget Treby, doing business 
opposite the Golden Eagle in Providence, 
set forth thus some of her offerings for the 
winter of 1763: 

"Fine and coarse Cambricks; Silk and 
Linen Handkerchiefs; Shirting and Apron 
Checks; cross-barred Stuffs; Cambletecns; 
VVomens' Shoes and Goloshers, very neat; 
and Muffs and Tippits of the newest 

Goloshes, it will be observed, were ex- 
pected to be "very neat" ; they were not worn 
flapping by colonial dames and damsels! 


MONSIEUR PAINLEVE, the Premier of 
France, is a famous mathematician as 
well as a statesman, and he has one charac- 
teristic that clearly belongs to his scientific 
rather than to his political side. That is his 
absent-mindedness, some entertaining ex- 
amples of which are told by the Paris corre- 
spondent of the London Sunday Times. 

The Premier was recently the principal 
guest at a political dinner at the house of one 
of his friends, and, though all the other 
guests had been there for half an hour, no- 
body was surprised at the delay, for the 
Premier's idiosyncrasies are well known. 
But astonishment was provoked when, a 
quarter of an hour later, a telephone call to 
his official residence revealed that he had 
begun the short journey an hour before. A 
manservant who went downstairs to in- 
vestigate, however, found M. Painleve in 
the caretaker's lodge working out a mathe- 
matical problem, part of the home work of 
the caretaker's son. 

In remembering he was M. Painleve the 
mathematician he had forgotten he was M. 
Painleve the politician and political guest. 
But he regained everybody's sympathy by 
admitting that the problem was difficult. 
Another adventure of M. Painleve's was 
to forget the name of his Foreign Min- 
ister in full Chamber. On an interpellation 
he said, "Tomorrow may be unsuitable for 
debate, because my friend Monsieur — " and 
here he stopped, pointing to M. Briand. 
Then he tried again, "The ex-Premier, 
Monsieur — " and he again halted, till, 
rocking with laughter, a hundred deputies 
called out, "M. Briand." 


Editor's Note: There are so many motion 
pictures, and there is so little trustworthy 
information about them, that it may be 
hard for your family to tell which are 
really worth seeing. The following list, re- 
vised every week, contains the pictures 
which The Youth's Companion recommends 
to you, as clean and interesting. We cannot 
express any opinion about other pictures 
which are shown on the same programme. 

Readers who have found this Blue Ribbon 
List a service, since it began last August, 
are invited to let us know how it has served 
them, and to make suggestions for its im- 


Men of the Night — Sterling Productions, Inc. 

An old woman's unwavering ideals reclaim a way- 
ward youth who lias befriended her. Mary Carr. 

The Quarterback — Paramount 

A football star who earns his way through college 
wins the game and the girl. Richard Dix, Esther Ral- 

The Waninft Sex — Metro Goldwyn Mayer 

A young woman proves to her lover that a woman 
can be a successful lawyer. — and then gives up her 
career. Norman Shearer, Conrad Nagel. 

The Unknown Cavalier — First National 

A horse and his cowboy master, unmask a villain 
and rescue a kidnapped child. Ken Maynard and 

The Nervous Wreck — Producers Distributing Corp. 
Love and a series of lively adventures cure a hypo- 
chondriac. Harrison Ford. 

Forever After — First National 

A thwarted boy and girl romance reblooms in war 
lime. Mary Astor and Lloyd Hughes. 

This Sort o 
Was Exercise 


You Came Along on Skis! 


SNOW scene in the 'seventies 
on a cold December day. 

A small, trim, open cutter drawn 
by the famous "bob-tailed nag". 

That was the way that Grand- 
mother went out for winter sports 
when she was a girl. The horse got 
all the exercise. 

Grandmother sat very sedately — 
all wrapped up in furs. Her hands 
were tucked in a tiny muff . . . her 
feet kept warm on a heated brick. All 
the comforts of home. 

But when you go out for winter 
sports, you dress the part and you act 
the part . . . the part of the girl of 
today. And you get some real exer- 
cise, for life's more strenuous now 
than it was fifty years ago. 

You're ready for all sorts of things 
— skiing, coasting, basketball, hockey 
— all the sports that girls take part 
in. That is, you're ready if you are 
keeping fit. And most girls today find 
"keeping fit" a very simple matter. 
It's merely a matter of following the 
old, old rules of health. Plenty of 
exercise and fresh air; plenty of sleep; 
good, wholesome food — and no artifi- 
cial stimulants/ 

drug stimulant. It often causes sleep- 
lessness, nervousness, and "head- 
ache-y" days. And it may cause dull, 
heavy eyes that ought to be sparkling 
with health. And a sallow, cloudy- 
complexion that you'd like to have 
clear and fresh. No artificial stimu- 

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Dea?>iber p, 1926 

When You Can't Believe Your Eyes— And Why 

MY assassination will undoubtedly 
synchronize with the publication 
of this article, for I write of the 
screen's most taboo subject. 

I have seen the Red Sea part to let the 
Children of Israel pass through. 

A witch was burned before my very eyes — 
horribly. But the flames didn't even scorch 
her clothing. 

My heart did the Charleston when the 
palace of Pontius Pilatecrushed hundreds be- 
neathitsruins — hundredsthat weren't there. 

Terrific disasters, train wrecks, hair- 
breadth escapes and blizzards left me cold — 
cold with the determination to pull the 
motion-picture illusion apart and see what 
made it tick. 

Very little is known about what probably 
is the most interesting phase of movie-mak- 
ing today — the production of thcspectacular. 
Practically nothing is known of the man who 
has placed that branch of the industry in the 
realm of science, making possible those 
things which only a few years ago were be- 
yond the imagination of Jules Verne. 

The man is Frank D. Williams, inventor 
and patentee of the traveling mat, the man 
responsible for an almost incredible inno- 
vation in the making of motion pictures. 
Ninety per cent of the spectacular perform- 
ances in the films today are made by this 
traveling-mat process and bear his handi- 
work. They would be impossible without his 
skill and cooperation. 

The traveling mat pertains entirely to the 
printing and developing of film. It is not an 
illusion. Nor should it be confused with old 
style trick photography, which is compara- 
tively simple. While itstheoryiseasily under- 
stood, the mechanism involved is very intri- 
cateand requires painstaking skill to operate. 

The Williams Traveling Mat 

By employing the process any spot on the 
globe may be used as a background and the 
action desired fitted into it at the laboratory. 
The star's work becomes less hazardous, and 
at the same time thrills of a more realistic 

By Fred Gilman Jopp 

* ourtyard was shot on a vacant lot while his 
little friend in the window posed in front of a 
black velvet drop somewhere else on the lot. 
The building was merely a photograph. Four 
separate scenes scattered all over the place. 
Look through the finder of the Scheufftan 
camera and you discover that the four sepa- 
rate scenes magically converge. On the 
screen it is impossible to detect the patching. 

All important, of course, is the adjustment 
of the mirrors by intricate gears that go to 
make up the mechanism of this marvelous 
apparatus. But Gulliver himself will soon 
appear on the screen and you can figure it 
out for yourself, if you can. 

In another part of Hollywood Louis Tol- 
hurst is photographing "The Web of Terror," 
featuring Lon Spider and Betty Fly — bring- 
ing to the screen microscopic life, with its 
tragedies, comedies, successes and failures 
that have been going on beneath your very 
nose since the beginning of the world. 

An idea of the delicacy of the apparatus 
Tolhurst uses is gained from the fact that his 
camera lens can be brought to focus one hun- 
dred times in the thickness of a human hair. 
Who will believe that there are one hundred 
possible divisions in the thickness of a hair? 

Jules Verne dwelt fantastically upon the se- 
cret soft he ocean floor and was termed a mad- 
man because of his far-fetched predictions. 
But now that the movie camera is deep-sea 
diving it is being proved that even his im- 
stand how it is possible to take movies of a its ridiculous dash upon the rocks. Not agination fell far short of the mark. Through 

A miniature building, about to crash. On the screen it will be seen to bury 
numbers of people beneath its ruins — but where are the people now? 

fire or a flood, anywhere in the world, and so good 
later have this fire or flood burn or drown 
your screen favorites without even scorching 
or wetting their clothing. 

The battle scenes in "The Big Parade" re- 

' 'Glass Work" 

Meanwhile the ultra-speed camera has 
been cranking — shooting five pictures where 

quired the greatest outlay of electrical wiring the normal-speed camera takes only one 
ever attempted for the studio. five times as fast and, incident' 

The soldiers were handled by public ad- the action that number of times, which 
dress — amplyfying horns w r ith stations all makes all the difference in the world— on the 
over the field. And these soldiers — three screen. For now, instead of foolish blobs of 
hundred in number — were multiplied to water, great waves undulate slowly and 
twenty-four hundred soldiers in the com- ponderously. 

pleted film. Above the rocks upon which the ship 

Ten weeks of work and seventy-five thou- struck was a fortress — a great pile of stone 

blotting out the screen sky. Another minia- 
ture? No! A veritable castle in the air — 
painted on glass and so aligned that it 
blended perfectly with the background. 

The glass, usually a sheet about six feet 
square, is framed a few feet above the cam- 

the ingenuity of Ernest Williamson and the 
foresight of Metro-Gold wyn-Meyer, Jules 
Verne's "Mysterious Island" is now being 
filmed beneath the waters of the Bahamas. 

The opening and closing of the Red Sea 
in DeMille's famed "Ten Commandments" 

five times as fast and, incidently, retarding brought forth many wild rumors. Let's get 

' it straight. 

Illusions Make Better Movies 

Set up two walls on the long sides of a 
platform about the size of a billiard table. 
Back the far end with a scenic drop painted 
to conform with the Red Sea country. Cover 
the side walls with a jelly composed of 
silicate of soda and sulphuric acid. Peep 
through the camera finder and you have what 
appears to be two stationary walls of water. 
The floor of the table is made to represent 
sand. Tanks, just above the walls and out of 

Over the moon on a magic carpet: a u 
Paramount picture by the cl 

nature are made possible. The saving in set 
cost is enormous. 

The basic principle of the traveling mat is 
the superimposing of the action of two sepa- 
rate negative films in such a manner that 
they become merged without transparency 
on to a third negative. This amounts to 
printing the concurrent action of the two 
films and then developing the result into one 
complete film. To illustrate the process more 

In a stationery store last winteryou picked 
up a postcard of a great hotel in Switzerland. 
It so happened (let's imagine this) that your 
rich maiden aunt was to visit there, so you 
wrote on the card those famous lines, "Hav- 
ing a wonderful time; wish you were here," 
then gave the card to auntie to mail from 
Switzerland to a friend of yours who lived in 
Hollywood. In due time your Hollywood 
friend received the card postmarked "Swit- 

This friend, a practical joker, like yourself, 
decided to go you one better. So he took the 
card to Williams and at Williams's instruc- 
tions put on furs and walked around in front 
of a white velvet drop while the camera 

Sometime later you were surprised to re- 
ceive a can of movie film. A local theatre ran 
it off for you and — lo and behold, there was 
your Hollywood friend walking around in 
front of that hotel in Switzerland. 

Your friend believed you had been in 
Switzerland — probably. But you had actual 
proof that he had been there — for wasn't 
that film concrete evidence? Now you under- 

era lens so that the upper scope of the lens camera range, drop hundreds of gallons of 
fuse it with the set. Buildings, intended to be water on to the table. One camera cranks 
merged with glass, are only constructed to forward and another cranks backward — in 
the first or second story, wherever the action slow motion. This was how the opening and 
is to take place. Castles are thrown against closing of the Red Sea was made, 
the horizon with all the fidelity of the rain- Out in the desert a runway of two wire 
bow. Painstaking care, rather than speed, is fences is built. This acts as a path for Moses 
required with this illusion. Perfection is de- and the Children of Israel — to align the hosts 
manded and obtained, even though months within the walls of the Red Sea and to keep 
are spent by artists on one intricate painting, the live stock from running out of camera 
"Glass work" was invented because in- range. Then along come Pharaoh and the 
terior sets can never be constructed with Egyptians in their mad chase to catch Moses, 

all of which isn't one bit 
startling to witness. But 
when the double-printing 
process was complete — 
well! To see the Red Sea 
part, let the Children of 
Israel pass through, then 
engulf the Egyptians, was 
marvelous. That particu- 
lar strip of film was one 
of the most startling bits 
of illusion ever made. 

The producers of "Ben 
Hur" scorned illusions — 
thought to give the public 
their money's worth by 
making the picture 
abroad. They did that 
little thing, then threw 
most of the European 
film into the ash can, 
retaking it in California. 
When you witness this 
great spectacle keep in 
to the fact that small objects do not move ceilings. Interior photography demands a mind one thing, that Marcus Loew must 
with the same ponderous deliberation of tremendous amount of lighting, much of wait until the picture grosses ten million 
those that are life size. If the White House which must be thrown down from overhead, dollars before he makes a nickel, 
collapsed, it would take several minutes for The amazing intricacy of the Scheufftan That then is the sole reason for motion- 
the debris to settle. But a miniature of this process, by which the camera takes six scenes picture 
building, two feet in height, would fall to the simultaneously, can be illustrated by the - 
ground in a second. The speed of the two following: In one scene Gulliver peers over a 
actions differ utterly. high wall into a courtyard. A tiny Lillipu- 

Ocean waves move slowly with irresistible tian, frightened to death at the giant, peers 
weight and power. Artificial waves, created up at him from the court, while another ap- 
in a tank that contains a miniature ship, pears in the second-story window of the 
produce a dinky splashing. Agitate the water building which serves as the background, 
with paddles and tow the tiny liner across Actually, Gulliver didn't see the LilH- 

the tank at lightening speed' with under- putians when the scene was shot. He was that, of course, was before we became blind 
ground wires, and to the naked eye the standing behind a wall that came up to his ed by tricks of time and space. Yes, that was 
ship has merely bobbed up and down in shoulders. The frightened tiny figure in the a long, long time ago. 

onderjul illusion created in an early 
tver use of double exposures 

sand dollars were spent for fifteen minutes 
of your pleasure. 

Almost any fantasy capable of being im- 
agined is subjugated by Williams's invention. 
No longer is it necessary to construct costly 
sets in California or New York in order that 
Alaska, Paris or some unusual outdoor fea- 
ture may be duplicated. Directors still seek 
spots for location work, but it is done in a 
vastly different manner from that formerly 
used. They are apt to draft their background 
from a geographical magazine or a picture 
gallery. The fact that such a method exists 
and is resorted to has been zealously guarded 
from public knowledge by the industry. It 
would never become known had the producer 
his way. 

By photographing tiny replicas the minia- 
ture is secured. Here, the ultra-speed camera 
is the magician. A miniature shot with the 
normal-speed camera appears faked, owing 

Hardly bigger than a soap-box: this miniature Sitting of 

a harbor with a ship in it will be impossible to tell from 

the real thing, when shown on the screen 

illusions. The technical director 
never exceeds the bounds of plausibility in 
his application of trick photography except, 
of course, in comedies. He would not insult 
your intelligence for the world. The illusions 
he creates can really be done. They arc all 
possible. Illusion is another name for youth 
eternal, something the world knew and felt 
when it was in the hands of the magi But 

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by the Y. C. Lab 

ONE of the best-deserved promotions re- 
cently made is that of Alvin Campbell 
(15) of Burdett, Alberta, to full membership, 
accompanied by the Weekly $5.00 Award for an 
extremely realistic model tractor and threshing 
machine made some time ago with materials 
from an Erector set. The suggestions with all 
these sets are always very full and offer many 
opportunities for interesting constructions, but 
Member Campbell was wise enough not to be 
confined arbitrarily by these suggestions. He 
set out on his own construction with the excel- 
lent result pictured above. 

It is always interesting to observe that the 
most ingenious members of the Lab do not find 
it necessary to go far from home for the mate- 
rials of their success. If Member Campbell, for 
example, lived in New York City or in Bangor, 
or some place in the industrial East rather than 
in the agricultural Canadian Northwest, he 
probably would not have made a threshing 
machine. A five-ton truck or an automatic 
elevator or something with which he was more 
familiar would have been his model. As it was, 
however, he took the materials which his en- 
vironment offered him and made an admirable 
success in so doing. 

Here is Member Campbell's own description: 
"The large wheels of the tractor did not come in 
the set, but are made of wood with a leather 
tread. When the tractor is pushed over the 
floor the flywheel revolves rapidly. Like all up- 
to-date tractors, this one has an automobile 
steering gear. To run the threshing machine a 
belt is run from a wheel on the machine to one 
on the engine (this cannot be seen in the photo- 
graph as it is on the other side, opposite the 
flywheel), a crank is put into gear with the fly- 
wheel shaft by shoving it over, and when the 
crank is turned the threshing machine is run in 
a realistic manner. There are belts on all the 
wheels of the threshing machine, so they all 

The Secretary's Notes 

EVERY now and then we receive a letter 
from some Applicant whose feelings have 
been hurt because he has never had a response 
to the coupon which he sent in to us. A good 
example of the unfortunate kind of situation 
which is occasionally behind this came up only 
the other day. We received a coupon which said 
it was from "Shelton Locke, 480 Champlain 
Street." No city or town was given. Usually 
under these circumstances the postmark helps 
out. It just so happened that the envelope 
which contained this postmark had gone 
through the canceling machine in such a way 
that only the initials "N. H." for New Hamp- 
shire were visible, and what the town was the 
Secretary could form no idea. 

So here is an Applicant who, unless he sees 
this notice, will never receive an information or 
an election blank and will wonder why we are 
neglecting him. There are a good many Cham- 
plain Streets in towns in New Hampshire and 
to discover which is the right one is impossible. 
If Applicant Locke sees this notice, we ask him 
to write to us again. Meanwhile, it should serve 
as a warning to all Applicants that their "first 
papers" should be filled out carefully and 
completely. A good many applications for 
membership cannot be acted upon for weeks 
and months because insufficient information 
comes to us either on the coupon or on the 
application blank itself. We want to take action 
as speedily as possible on all cases that come 
to us, but now and then we have a hard time. 
We ask your most complete cooperation. 

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By Councilor E. B. Blakely 

Director' s Note 

I AST spring the Lab gave you Cinder- 
ella. Last summer the Lab gave 
-^ you Buccaneer. Now here is the 
Y. C. Lab ice boat — a fitting companion 
to its predecessors to furnish you with 
the fascinations of speed and safety. 

There is no sport quite so thrilling as 
ice-boating. If any Lab Member has 
been on a really large boat like those 
which race in the winter time on the 
Hudson or the Shrewsbury River, he 
will remember it as one of the thrills of a 
lifetime. Now, through the resources of 
the Lab and the skill of Councilor E. B. 
Blakely, the Lab presents its own design. 
Members will find this a fascinating 
project in construction and an unfailing 

source of wholesome outdoor fun through 
the long winter days that last until the 
ice goes out. 

The Director wishes to keep closely 
in touch with all constructors of this 
project and requests all builders to com- 
municate with him immediately, partic- 
ularly if they have any questions to ask 
or if they encounter difficulties in the 

This model has already been con- 
structed by boys under the direction of 
Councilor Blakely and is demonstratedly 
simple in construction and sturdy in 
operation. It will prove a veritable gold 
mine of amusement to anyone who 
undertakes it. 


Plan of the Y. C. Lab ice- 

boat designed bv Councilor 

E. B. Blakely 

Name. . . 

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THE first thing to do is to hunt up three 
old skates, with blades as long as possible. 
Remove all the clamps and levers from the 
top part of the skates, leaving only the flat 
parts and the blades. The toe points of 
these skeleton skates must now be ground 
off as shown above, so that they will not 
be likely to catch in rough places in the ice. 
Then the edges of the blades must be 
ground to a V-shaped edge, to prevent the 
boat from side-slipping on the ice. The skates 
are now ready for fastening to the runner 
blocks (F). These blocks should be made of 
oak or maple 2]4" square and as long as the 
top part of the skates. Fasten the skates to 
these blocks with \ l /i" No. 12 wood screws — 
four through the toe plate and two through 
the heel plate. Bore a yi" hole through the 
side of the blocks, halfway between the ends. 
The two front runners must be so mounted 
that they can play up and down a little in 
running over uneven ice; so we must now 
have the blacksmith's assistance, in making 
two U-shaped pieces of iron to act as swivels 
for the runner blocks. These U-shaped pieces 
are to be made of yi" iron, 4" wide, with the 
ends rounded off as shown in the sketch. 
They must be wide enough between the 
sides to slide easily over the runner blocks. 
Have six holes drilled in the bottom large 
enough to take No. 12 wood screws and one 
K" hole through the sides of the U pieces. 

The yi" hole should be so placed as to al- 
low a %" clearance between the top of the 
runner blocks and the bottom of the U, when 
these are connected with a yi" machine bolt. 
The blacksmith must also make your rud- 
der post and tiller. These are best made 
from 1" round iron, the top of the rudder 
post to be squared to fit a square hole in the 
tiller. The squared end should project far 
enough through the tiller to allow space for a 
cotter pin or nail to keep the tiller from com- 
ing off. The blacksmith will no doubt have 
his own way of making the rudder post, but 
the writer found that sawing through the 
middle of a 1" bar for a distance of 6", heat- 
ing and bending thj two halves at right an- 
gles to the post, and then flattening them to 
about the width of the runner b'ock, was 
about the easiest way to do the job. The 
flattened end of the steering post should 
have eight holes drilled in it to take No. 12 
wood screws and should be fastened to the 
runner block by eight lyi" wood screws. 
Don't attempt to put screws in any of the 
runner blocks without drilling holes for 
them, slightly smaller than the screw, be- 
cause the wood will be so tough as to make 
it impossible to do so, and you will probably 
ruin the heads of the screws in trying. From 
the blacksmith you can obtain a large washer 
to fit over the rudder post, to act as a spacer 
between the steering runner block and bot- 
tom block (D) at the stern of the ice boat. 
(Continued on page Q?6) 

From: Former President, 
American Association of Ad- 
vertising Agencies — To: Y.C. 

The Director considers it a privilege to be able 
to present to all Lab Members the gracious com- 
ments of Mr. Earnest Elmo Calkins. We wish 
the Lab had been in existence to serve him more 
directly in an earlier day. 

New York, N. Y '., Oct. 22, 1926. 

I HAVE been wanting to write you for some 
time and send you an applause card for 
what you are doing in the department called 
the Y. C. Lab. 1 have an unusual sympathy for 
this particular subject — that is. teaching boys 
to do things with their hands, to make things — 
because for years that has been my chief recrea- 
tion. Being, as you know, a deaf man, I am 
more thrown on my own resources for amuse- 
ment and entertainment than most business 
men, and I find my tools and workshop a very 
satisfying hobby. More than that, in this 
machine age we are losing the sense of using 
tools, using our hands and creating things, and 
any movement that keeps alive the old crafts- 
man spirit and teaches the joy of doing things 
oneself, the sense of power and mastery it 
gives to be able to handle any tool rightly, is 
doing a great and necessary work. 

It is needless to say that I am a constant 
reader of this department, that I have picked 
from it some things that I could use, and some- 
time 1 will be coming along with a photograph 
of my most recent clipper ship to see if I cannot 
get a little picture into The Companion along 
with a pat on the head from the department's 

I am reminded of my intention to write to 
you just now because one of my clients, the 
Murphy Varnish Company, in a recent office 
report tells about your experience with Murphy 
Brushing Lacquer. Then in another account, 
Millers Falls Tool Company, there was some 
discussion about teaching boys to use tools and 
about the work of the Lab. So you see all the 
things tie up together. But what I really 
wanted to say was that I thought that no one 
could convey a greater blessing on a boy than 
to give him in some way a real love for working 
with tools. I think more and more we need 
something like that to help keep us healthy and 
sane, to give us a proper balance. There is 
something about the feel of a carving chisel on a 
piece of wood that can hardly be equaled, un- 
less it is the feel of the outside of a horse be- 
tween your legs. There has been no serious 
labor trouble among the finer-furniture makers 
at Grand Rapids for many years because, as 
one old wood carver expressed it, you have to 
have a good disposition to work in wood. But 
my theory is that if you work in wood you will 
have a good disposition; that it satisfies an in- 
ward craving. 

I have one of the tidiest little shops in New 
York City; and if you ever come over here I 
will take great pleasure in showing it to you. I 
have a jeweler's lathe run by a motor silent as a 
sewing machine, a large collection of unusual 
carving tools, a pretty good supply of good 
working tools, and a hundred and one ingenious 
devices which I have adapted to my purpose 
from other trades, including dentistry, jewelry 
and violin making. The pleasure I get out of it 
is beyond telling. If you don't believe it, ask 
my wife. 

Yours very truly, 

Earnest Elmo Calkins 


PICTURED below you see Member Andrew 
Robards, Jr., with two of the trimmest ship 
models of his own construction that have 
come to our notice. One is like a Spanish gal- 
leon, the other of the Mayflower type. 

"The Spanish ship," says Member Robards, 
"was far the hardest to make. It is 45 in. long 
by 34 in. high. The cylindrical windows at the 
stern are made of large linen-thread spools, 
and the four circular-shaped windows arc 
made in the same way. All the window glass is 
made from plain and colored tinfoil. The guns 
are made from lengths of dowel stick, each 
stick running completely through the hull and 
thus making two guns. The sails are made of 
cotton sheeting shellacked and then dried by an 
electric fan to give them a bulging shape. 

"The little Mayflower is 28 in. long and 21 
in. high. The entire hull is made from cherry 
board 1 in. thick, 22J in. long and 9 in. wide. 
The approximate cost of the Spanish ship is 
$2.00 and of the Mayflower 50 cents " 

December p, 1926 


No. 904 Tool Box 

Here's the answer-boys! 

CHRISTMAS brings the old ques- 
tion up again: "What shall I 
give to Mother and Dad?" To the 
boy who owns a set of Stanley Tools 
that isn't much of a problem. He can 
make his gifts — bookcases, flower 
boxes, lamps, end tables, smoking 
sets and dozens of other welcome 
articles. Parents appreciate these 
gifts a hundred times more than the 
ready-made kind. 

And Christmas brings up a prob- 
lem for parents, too. They want to 
know what to give you. Early De- 
cember is probably the best time of 
the year for you to talk about tool 
sets — Stanley Tool Assortments, ei- 
ther in oak chests or cardboard boxes. 
Here is the kind of gift nearly every 
parent likes to give. And to save 
disappointment, remind them that 
Stanley Tools are used by most car- 
penters and manual training classes. 

No. 007 Tool Set 

No. 908 Tool Set 

You can buy a set of Stanley Tools 
in a cardboard box for as little as $5. 
With it you'll get simple directions 
showing how to make a tool chest of 
your own. Or, for only $15 you can 
buy a splendid oak chest, containing 
12 Stanley Tools — block plane, ham- 
mer, chisel, screw driver, saw, bit 
brace, vise, 2 auger bits, rule, try 
square and marking gauge. Other 
sets at all prices from $5 to $95. 
BOYS: For only 10c (to cover cost of 
printing and mailing) we will gladly send 
you a plan sheet which gives full directions 
for making a flower box and fern stand 
like the one shown above. Ask for Plan 

Ask your hardware dealer to show you 
the line of Stanley Tools. And send for our 
Catalogue No. 34-B which tells all about 
Stanley Tools, whether you want a Chest, 
an Assortment, a new Jack Plane, Mitre 
Box, or some other tool. Address: The 
Stanley Works, New Britain, Conn. 

The best tools are the cheapest to use. Ask your hardware dealer 




December 9, 1926 

Early and Easily 

Do All Your Xmas Shopping 
With a Stroke of Your Pen 

For months our buyers have literally combed the 
markets of the country and brought together the 
choicest holiday gift merchandise for your approval. 
You may now make all your gift selections in a few 
moments' time right in the comfort of your 
home. Once taste the pleasure of Christmas 
shopping in this delightfully easy way and 
you will understand why thousands of Com- 
panion readers send to the Y. C. for their 
holiday gifts each year. 

200 other gift selectic 
the Big Rotogravure Gift 
of the October 2 J Youth's 
Copy mailed free on 

ladles' White Gold 
Watch. A beautiful Buad 

timekeeper. Case ih t" 
tilled, new tooneau ■flap* 
graved with fancy ileaicn 

. ivel lever 
merit. The numerals and hands are tr"?'ed 
with a preparation that will clearly show 
the time in the dark Straps .ire <M 1 ftft 
leather with nickel buckle .J1I.UU 

Biff-Bag. Boys revel in the fasci- 
nating sport of biffing the BifT- 
Bafi. It Quickens the eye, strength- 

chest t'M'aniion, jiirj develops the 
hody Kracet'ully Complete CI CQ 

aby .__ 
.„_ and petti- 

linga and 1- rapped 
,,1 pink blanket with 
pink ribbon. Head 
and hands of com- 
position not easily 
broken. Painted hair 
and features, moving 


Air Rifle. Ever* 

wants a Daisy its 
straight shooter, long 
lasting, handsomely fin- 
ished". Built on the lines 
that crack marksmen 
prefer. Pump Action 
1 Repeater. $5.35 

350 Shot Repeater $2.25 

and boys' shoe sizes, 5 to 9Jj, wo 
girls', 1 to 7. Complete per pair . 

-yle, M 

"" 1 $8.20 

Ship Boob Ends. Cast in 

I I".' Sll.lpe 111 S|,,,.]|-,ll I ,,ll- 

leons, like the ship models 
si) popular at the present 
time. Metal with antiipn 
green bronze finish. Bases 
covered with brow 11 fell 
to prevent scratching. 4}S 
inches high and 4 im he- 
across the base. In perfect 
keeping v\ nli the dignified 
hirnishings oi ,. library or 

!:r -'■"••- '-' $1.25 

Lincoln Logs. Build reproductions of the first 
American buildings and all sorts of interest- 
mi; and iinmuc structures. Logs of hardwood. 
1 Bed and -tained a "weathered brown" 

Set No. 1 contains 5.1 I ,>«-. and Designs $1.10 
lit) 1 .., 

Military Brush Set with t in 
Full Military at) le, fine qualii ■ 
brisl lea, "Keep-clean" hi and 
Brushes have bo lid backs, ebon 

finish, water-proof aluminum set- 
tings. Complete with * 1 Cft 
Keratol Case Per pair *I.W 

iuded $2-00 

16 Beautiful Christmas Greeting Cards FREE 

-\\ irh.-M-iy ,-air. i ,.,-,- amounting t.> $5.00 01 more, from this ad or from the October 21 Youth" 
Companion, pages 760 to 782, we will include free 16 beautiful Christmas 1 ards with envelope 

when ordering. 

to match (worth SI US ai -angi..- . ...d pn 

Send remittance with order to 

The Youth's Companion Gift Shop 

8 Arlington St. 
Boston, Mass. 

The Y. C. Lab — Continued 


The boat frame is made of ordinary spruce 
lumber planed all over. The backbone (A) 
is 2" x 6", 7' long. The crosspiece (B) is also 
2" x 6", 6' long. The two side pieces (C) are 
2" x 4", 6' long, cut and nailed with 12- 
penny wire nails, as shown in the drawing. 
Use one 6" wire nail and two 12-penny nails 
at the tapered ends where they join the 
backbone. Be sure to nail backbone (A) to 
crosspiece (B) at exactly the middle of B 
and at right angles to it. The pieces labeled 
D are two square pieces of 2" x 6" nailed 
to the top and bottom of the stern end of the 
backbone (A), to give 
a good support to the 
rudder post. You will find 
your lumber will not be 
as thick or wide as called 
for in these instructions 
after planing, but at the 
lumber yards they are still 
called 2" x 4"s and 2" x 

or sister to hem the sails for you and make a 
A eyelet in each corner of both -. 
whipped with button-hole stitch. 


Use i" galvanized wire (telephone wire) 
lor the lorestay and mainstays. Put one %" 
eyebolt in the end of the bow- 
sprit, one in each end of the 
crosspiece (B) in the corner 
towards the stern. Make loops 
in the ends of the wire stays to 
fit over the top of the mast and 
rest against a 12-penny nail 
driven through the mast om 
foot from the top. This nail will 
keep the stay loops from slip- 
ping down. Sew five }4" galva 
nized rings at even intervals on 
the luff of the jib and five 7'A" 
galvanized rings on the luffol 
the mainsail, beginning 12" 
from the foot of the sail and 
placing a ring every 12" there 


6"s. The construction of the frame is so 
simple that no other details are necessary. 

After the frame is nailed together, turn it 
upside down and fasten one of the front 
runner block swivels to each end of the 
cross-piece (B), using six \yi" No. 12 wood 
screws and being careful to keep them 
parallel to the backbone (B). Then put the 
runners with their blocks in place in the 
swivels and put a }4" bolt through. Be sure 
that the blocks can move easily in the 

Now through the center of blocks D 
bore a 1" hole for the rudder post, put the 
rudder post through the hole and turn the 
frame right side up again. Attach the bow- 
sprit according to the drawing, with three 
%" stove bolts. Spike on the mast support 
block (I), which is a 6" piece of 4" x 6", or, 
in other words, a block 6" square and 4" 
thick. Use six 6" wire spikes for this and 
drill lead holes so as not to split the block. 
Now, with an extension bit, bore a 2" hole 
through the center of the block I, down 
through the backbone (A) and crosspiece 
(B). This hole is the mast step. It might be 
well to nail a small piece of board over the 
bottom of this hole so that in case you do 
not make a tight fit of the mast it will not 
slip clear through. 


The mast is made from a piece of 2" x 2" 
spruce, 7', 6" long, not planed. Be sure to 
pick out a piece with as straight a grain and 
as free from knots as possible. Round it and 
work it down with a drawknife and spoke- 
shave, until it tapers from 2" at the base to 
1 \" at the tip; 8 should be left 2" in diame- 
ter before beginning to taper, so that the 
mast will fit the step tightly. The boom can 
be made from the butt end of a bamboo 
fishing pole 6', 6" long, or some other light 
pole not over \%" in diameter. The boom is 
attached to the mast by a loop of leather 
which is fastened to the end of the boom by 
two 3/16" stove bolts and then wound 
tightly with copper wire. 


The sails are made of unbleached cotton 
cloth 72" wide, which can be obtained at 
any dry-goods store. Two and one-half 
yards of this are enough to make both the 
mainsail and the jib, the jib being fashioned 
from the triangular piece left over after cut- 
ting out the mainsail. Use the- selvage ol the 
. loth for the luff of both sails. To get the real 
Marconi effect, cut the after edge, or leach, 
of both sails in an easy sweeping curve as 
indicated in the drawing. Then get mother 

after. Slip the mainsail rings over the mast; 
then put the stay loops in place, thread the 
forestay through the small rings of the jib 
and fasten the free ends of the stays to the 
eye-bolts so that they are taut. If you care 
to spend the money for them, three i" turn- 
buckles at the lower ends of the stays will 
help greatly, as will also a mast band of 
galvanized iron to hold the upper ends of the 
stays and the halyard blocks. The arrange- 
ment of the ropes and blocks for raising and 
lowering the sails is so simple as to need nu 
detailed explanation. 


Two yards of 8-oz. canvas folded and cut 
diagonally will provide two triangular 
pieces which, when tacked to A, B and C 
with heavy tacks, will make two very com- 
fortable hammocks for the crew. 


Lumber. Spruce planed four sides 
One piece 2" x 6", V long 
One piece 2" x 6", Syi' long 
Two pieces 2" x 4", 6' long 
Two pieces 2" x 6" x 6" 
One piece 2" x 3", 3' long 
Three oak blocks 2%" x 2)4' 
One piece 2" x 2", 8' long 
One bamboo pole 6', 6" long 
One block 4" x 6" x 6" 

V long 


Three old skates 

One lb. 12-penny nails 

12-6" wire spikes 

Z-%" stove bolts 

2-3/16" stove bolts 

3-/4" x 2" eye-bolts 

5-yi" galvanized rings 

S—2}4" galvanized rings 

3 ft. copper wire 

3 doz. i}4" No. 12 wood screws 

2~j4" machine bolts and nuts 

2-swivels for runners (made by blacksmith) 

1 -steering post and tiller" 

25 ft. of \" galvanized wire 

50 ft. yi" manila rope 

5 -5 !<>" single blocks 

3-4" cleats 

2% yds. unbleached cotton cloth 72" wide 

for sails 
2 yds. 8-oz. duck for decking 

For any further details, unit- to the 
Director, The Y. C. I ab, 8 Arlington Strei i 

Boston, Mass. 

December p, 1026 



If you don't want a six-weeks' free trip to Europe with a friend, you may 

oivn this powerful Fordson tractor, so indispensable to the modem fanner, 

without spending a single cent 

Forward, Climbers to Happiness! 

Let Mason Willis Help You on the Road to the Castle of 
Dreams-Come- True 

ON page 94" of the issue of December 2 
you will find the latest list of the lead- 
ing Climbers to the Castle of Dreams. 
And if your name was on this list, I shall be 
g] nl- If it isn't on the list, you can have it 
on a ithin a week by a little good work this 
afternoon, and tomorrow, and the next day. 

For there is not a single "genius" among 
these people who have sold five, and ten, 
and fifteen and twenty subscriptions to The 
S .mm h's Companion since the great premium 
--dialogue appeared in our issue of October 
1 They are just good American men and 
women, boys and girls, like yourself. All 
i hey have done is to stick at the job! What 
thej have done you can do. 

Now, I want to tell you that almost every 
man and woman who has ever risen to suc- 
cess and fortune has been a good salesman. 
1 tood salesmen are merely persuaders. They 
can make other people agree with them. 

Think of Benjamin Franklin. He was a 
very young and poor man in a strange city 
when he sold the idea of a public library to 
families in Philadelphia. Up to that time 
Philadelphia had been almost without any 
1'i.nks. Later, because he had persuaded 
people to like books and good reading, 
lienjamin Franklin was able to make a very 
big success out of his Poor Richard's 

In those days education was not com- 
pulsory. A great many families did not 
know how to read. Young Benjamin had to 
sell them the idea of reading, first of all. 
You have the advantage over him. The 
people on whom you are calling all know how 
to read. Where Franklin could sell only a 
few books or magazine subscriptions, today 
you can sell them in quantity. 

Men and Women Differ 

Now, people are not all exactly alike. You 
i" "size" up your customer before you 

l» those who do not want a full-size 
tractor, we ojferthis perfect workingmodd, 
propelled by steam. It has a three-burner 
ak ohol stove, a water gauge, and a steam 
whistle. Its flywheel is fitted with a 
grooved pulley for stationary work. See 
page 770, in our October 21st issue 

can talk to him intelligently. To sell a 
Youth's Companion subscription to a boy, 
show him the frequent articles by men 
prominent in sports, like Ben Friedman, 
the All-America quarterback and captain of 
this year's University of Michigan football 
team. Show him the wonderful athletic 
stories by Jonathan Brooks and Arthur 
Stanwood Pier, the two most famous 
writers of sport stories for boys. Tell him, if 
you desire, that Brooks was a quarterback 
on the University of Indiana football team, 
that Mr. Pier has been a tennis champion 
and a well-known player of other games. 
Therefore, Youth's Companion stories of 
sport are written by real experts, and not 
simply by paid writers. 

Also, tell your boy customer that he can 
win the finest of all fine premiums by be- 
coming a subscriber himself and then by 
following your good example. -Show him 
some of the premiums you have won, and 
let him see the premium catalogue in our 
October 21st issue. 

When Talking to Ladies 

When you are selling to a girl or a grown 
woman (and that is who most of your best 
customers will be, because mothers have a 
way of doing the purchasing for the whole 
family) I would give her only a quick glance 
at the boys' features, and I would also show 
her the fine old editorial page headed Fact 
and Comment, which is on page 940 of this 
issue, with the invaluable summary of 
current events called "This Busy World." 
I would also show her the stories about 
home, and the stories about girls, and the 
wonderful new G. Y. C. pages, and the 
poems, and the recipes, and the fashions and 
other features of primarily feminine interest. 
Don't forget that she will be highly inter- 
ested, too, in the masculine features; all 
women want to provide nice things for their 
husbands and their sons. 

Don't be discouraged if you fail to sell to 
everybody. Some people just don't want to 
get ahead. 

But such families are very rare. Ninety- 
nine out of every hundred will take. The 
Youth's Companion, especially when you 
show it to them, make them understand it 
and explain to them that the subscription 
price of $2.00 a year makes the Companion 
so reasonable that every family can afford 
to have it. 

Go after people hard. Expect many of 
them to refuse, the first time. But see them 
again, and again. Never give up hope too 
soon. Hundreds of the best salesmen expect 
to do no business on their first call. They 
win their large rewards as the result of 
calling a second time and third time and a 
fourth time. Work in this way, and you will 
be taking our trip to Europe next spring, as 
the brightest and ablest salesman in the 
whole great Youth's Companion family. 
Your friend and associate. 

Waocm WO&uu 

S Arlington Street 

Boston, Mass. 


—for boys only 

A few reasons why your Christmas bicycle 
should he an Iver Johnson 

THE selection of a bicycle is as important to you as the 
selection of an automobile is to your father. 
There is simply one thing to find out: Which bicycle will 
give you the longest service, comfort and pleasure, with prac- 
tically no trouble or expense? That bicycle is the most eco- 
nomical for your father to buy for you. 
The Iver Johnson is supreme from every 
standpoint— speed, easy pedaling, dura- 
bility, and good looks. 

The frame and forks are made of high 
carbon seamless steel tubing — for rugged 
strength. The two-piece crank set and 
two-point ball bearings reduce friction 
and take the work out of pedaling. Vital 
parts are drop-forged — for double strength 
and to resist shock. 

Finally, the rich, flashing finish — five 
coats of Special Iver Johnson enamel baked 
on, then hand-rubbed. All nickel plating 
done over copper — for lasting quality. 

Color choice of Blue, Maroon or Black 
with "Duco" white head. Best guaran- 
teed equipment. 

Do this first — then decide 

Whether you plan to trade your old bicycle 
for a new one or are going to receive your 
first real bicycle this Christmas, write at 
once for the new. handsome Iver Johnson 
Catalog "B." It shows models in their 

very detail of 

It gives just 


actual colors. It explai 
Iver Johnson construct 
the kind of information 
that the best bicycle made is the least 
pensive to ride. Write for a copy. It's free. 

21 River St.. F.tchburg. Mass. New York, 151 Chambers St. 

Chicago, 108 W. Lake St. San Francisco, 717 Market Si. 

Christmas Books for Boys and Girls 


Daniel Du Luth 

of the famous 
voyages through the Great 


A stirring adventure story of 

Explorer's earliest 


Other McNeil Books. Each $2.00 

Popular Books for All Ages: S2.00 




By Charles E. Carlwright 


By Bldridge S. Brooks 


By Dhan Copal Mukerji 

LAD, A Dog 

h? By Albert Payson Terhune 

Pedro of the Black Death 


Sea fighting, pirates, cannibals, buried treasure 
and all the excitement any boy could wish fill its 
|,ages. Illustrated, $2.00 

Shen of the Sea 


Awarded the John Newbery Medal by the 
\merican Library Association. Illustrated with 
silhouettes by Else Hasselriis. 

Send for our illustrated catalogue 

681 Fifth Avenue, New York 



December p, igz6 

Our Keystone Pin of Gold 
and Blue 

Dur aim: greater knowledge, skill 
ind happiness through enterprises 
.vhich lead to successful achieve- 

Oft)* Members' Column 
You can join, too, by sending in the Key- 
stone Blank from the bottom of this page 
Here are our very first Corresponding Members 
only — if some of you who sent in your Key- 
stone Blanks the very second that you read the 
C. Y. C. Page in the November 11th Com- 
panion jail to see your name here, it is only 
because there are now hundreds of names and 
only one small column to put them in. Let's 
hope there'll be room for all of us in timet 

First G. Y . C. Corresponding 

{In the order of their election) 
INA COVEY, 11, Concord, N. H. 
KUTH HARA. 15, St. Catharine's, Out., Can. 
GRACE SIMMONS. 12, York Co., N. B„ Can. 
MARGARET HOLT, 14, Schenectady. N. Y. 
VIVA J. MOODY, 16. Margarctville. M. S., Can. 
FRANCES CARTLAND, 1", Kingfidd, Me. 
FRANCES FABUCCI, 12. Bronx, N. Y. 
COR1NNE GALT. U. Emporia. Kan. 
FLORENCE HENDRY. Li. Attalla, Ala 
HOPE STUBBS, 13. Augusta, Me. 
MARY KRINGLER. 14. Buffalo, N. D. 
DOROTHY A. JONES. 18, Salem, Mass. 
JOYCE L. CONEY, 17, Amite. La. 
ANNA NELSON, 11, Washington, D. C. 
HESTER GIBBS. IS. Hudson. Mass. 
ESTHER GILBERT, 14, Norwich, Conn. 
LOIS PITTS, 13, Gainesville, Ga, 
LOIS E. KENT, 20, London, Onl.. Can. 
CATHERINE KELLER, la. Jacksonville. Fla. 
GLORIA McAUSLAN, 13, Providence, R. I. 
CONSTANCE HLEYER, 12. Lorain. Ohio. 
JANE ELWELL. 13, Minneapolis. Minn. 
EVELYN PENINGFR, 14. Fort Smith. Ark. 
MARY C. CHAMBERLIN, 12, Hammond. Ind- 
SALLIE G. PRIDGEN, 11, Warsaw, N. C. 
HELEN CUSHMAN. 16. Woodfords. Me. 
VIRGINIA LIPSCOMBE, 18. Richmond. Va. 
JEAN QUIGLEY, 10. Duluth. Minn. 
RUTH QUIGLEY, 12, Duluth. Minn. 
OLIVE SPENCER. 14. Lewiston, Me. 
MURIEL I. BOSTWICK. 14. Hamilton. Ont.. Can. 
BETTY TYRELL. 12. Sheffield. Mass. 
THELMA McLEOD. 13. Middleboro. Mass. 
CAROL HATLESTAD, 12. Estelline. S. D. 
.MARY WELLS \MEKSi.iN. 1". HilM, Tex 
BARBARA HOFFMAN. 12, Parkston. S. D. 
ELIZABETH H. SWEENY. 1.1, Allston, Mass. 
MARGARET BANTA. 16, Springfield. Mass. 
HARRIET AMSDEN. 12. Ashland. N. H. 
MARJORIE KIRKPATRICK, 11. Bloominglon, 111. 
MARY ANDF.KSi i\ i R \1G, 13. Charlotte, N. C. 
ANNE FLORENCE NYCUM, 12, Forth Worth. 

SHIRLEY HANSON. 14. Denver. Colorado 
MIRIAM SMITH. 13. Newport. Vt. 
HAZEL BALDWIN, 14. Faulkton. S. D. 
ELEANOR ROWER, 14, Sebring. Fla. 
BARBARA BROWN. 14. Randolph. Me. 
CATHERINE STATTER. 12. Northville. Mich 
EVELYN OSTROM. 16. Motley. Mich. 
JANET THOMAS, 10, Canton. Ohio 
GENEVIEVE KROUSE. 13. Canaan, Conn. 
JANE BLAIR. 12, Vandergreft. Penn. 
ALICE M. WADLEY, 13. Detroit. Mich. 
MIRIAM SMITH. 14. Andover. Mass. 
ELIZABETH FoREsl ER, 13, No. Wilkesboro, N. C. 
CLEMENTINE NEWMAN. 15. Madison, Fla. 
KATHLEEN BURNETT. 14J, Milton, Mass 
KUTH JONES. 13. Cowden, III. 
HARRIETT H1COK, 13. LaGrange. III. 
JULIA BLUM. 1,1. Normal, III. 
NATHALIE API'LETON. 12). Boston. Mass 
ANNA E. BUCEA. 16. W. Hatfield. Mass. 
MARJORIE HI'SE. 16, D..v.T-Foxer,,lt, Me. 

RUTH CONANT, 16, Willimantic. Conn. 

Please print clearly in pencil 

\ Return to Hazel Grey. r 

The G. Y. C, 8 Arlington Street, Boston I 

Dear Hazel: I 

I should like to know (you may check . 

one or both) : I 

.... How to become first a Corre- . 

spending Member, then an Active I 
Member and finally a Contributing 

Member of the G. Y. C. by myself and I 

how to win the pin and all the advan- • 
tages of a member of the G. Y. C. 


.... How to form a Branch Club of the I 

G. Y. C. with several of my best friends * 

and to win the pin and all the advan- 1 
tages of Corresponding. Active and 

Contributing Members for us all. I 

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The Q. Y. C. 

"The Girls of The Youth's Companion " — Join Now/ 


DID anyone say Keystone Blanks/ From the smallest and youngest office boy, 
who brings them in in baskets resembling the largest market variety, to the Big 
Chief, who is whole-heartedly and enthusiastically interested in every single detail 
pertaining to the G. Y. C. and each one of its ever-growing circle of new Members, 
everyone seems to be tremendously keen about this G. Y. C, which we are all just 
starting in on together! As for the Workbox — they say they feel as if they had made 
a thousand new and delightful friends over night, and they are planning a meeting 
day every week to take care of all of you who are ready to become Active Members. 
And speaking of the Workbox, I'm going to tell you all a secret long before I'm really 
supposed to— they have just moved into a little house next to Letitia Valentine's 
and are to have it all for their own to furnish from the beginning and then to 
try out all their enterprises in — everything from cooking to dramatics, and from 
sewing to giving parties. The pictures of this house are coming soon; those of you 
who are especially interested in interior decorating and renovating your rooms for 
next to nothing will be thrilled about this, and those of you who are interested in the 
enterprises of the G. Y. C. Workbox or in anything new and exciting will find a lot of 
fun in store for you when the accounts of the house begin in a few weeks. 

How are you getting along with your cover photographs? "What are those?" I can 
hear some of you asking! A two-cent stamp will bring you all the conditions of this 
first G. Y. C. contest and instructions as to how you can compete for one of the cash 
prizes or win your Active Membership and pin. 


8 Arlington Street 

Huston, Massachusetts 

Winners in the Christmas Gift 
Suggestion Contest 

First Friz 

? Jf.QO 

Dear Hazel Grey: 
Here are thirteen 
(lucky number!) of 
my many gift sug- 
gestions (especially 
for Christmas) that 
I (the Country 
Mouse) send to my 
friends, who are 
City Mice. I am a 
junior in College, 
and I do not have 
much extra money 
for gifts, but when 
one lives in the 
country, with the 
fields and woods 
full of ideas for 
gifts, I do not mind. 
And these gifts 
"work" too! Indeed 
they do! I have 
about twenty -five 
other ideas, which require more work than 
the ones listed, but the ones I have written 
for you are the most popular. College girls 
just love nuts for their fudge parties, and 
all sorts of "boquets" for their rooms. 
Attractive wrapping and their novelty 
make these gifts better liked than expensive 
"store" ones. 

Most "giftily," 

Dorothy Watts 
Silver Bay, N. Y. 

From The Country Mouse 


The City Mouse 

Gift Suggestions by 
Dorothy M. Watts 

1. A bag full of big dry pitchy pine-cones 
for the friend with a fireplace. 

2. A wreath of trailing pine, spruce cones 
and bittersweet. 

3. A small jar, such as those in which 
mayonnaise or sandwich filling comes, with 
the lid enameled black, with red enamel or 
sealing-wax flowers, filled with partridge 
berries and vines (in water), or hazel and 
beech nuts, or hickory nuts (large jar). 

4. A bag of butternuts. 

5. Flower seeds in gayly colored and 
painted envelopes for the friend with a 

6. Greeting cards of birch bark (from the 

7. A shelf fungus with a woodland sketch 
on it (by the artistic girl). 

8. Christmas ferns (found under the 

9. Apples — polished rosy — in green and 
white tissue paper. 

10. Bees' nests (the gray paper kind). 

11. Birds' nests. 

12. Maple sugar, from last spring's syrup. 

13. Corncob dolls. 

Second Prize — $3 ■ 


Dear Hazel Grey: 
I have discovered 
a very easy way to 
save money on 
Christmas or birth- 
day gifts, and I 
think that the other 
Y. C. girls might 
like to try it too. 

An under-arm 
pocketbook is a 
very useful and or- 
namental gift, but 
when you've just a 
few dollars left from 
your allowance and 
have a lot of people on your gift list — well, 
it's sometimes rather nice to be able to make 
your gifts. If you are the least bit handy with 
a needle, and can run a sewing machine, a 
pocketbook of this kind isn't half as hard to 
make as you would think. 

The material for the outside, or cover, 
should be of some rather heavy goods, such 
as cretonne, or a corded novelty silk, and 
about three quarters of a yard will do very 
nicely. (Often you can pick up a remnant 
which will be just the thing.) The lining 
should be of some light-colored satin that 
will blend well with the cover and yet not 
show soil. About a yard is needed of this, as 
the inner pockets are made of the same 
material. For the stiffening I used a piece of 
very light-weight cardboard which is flexible 
but will not break. This should be cut almost 
as large as the completed pocketbook will 
be; that is, 16 inches long by 8 inches wide. 
In cutting I allowed about half an inch for 
all seams. 

The pockets must be made and stitched 
to the lining before the lining and cover are 
joined. The "double" pocket, as I call it, or 
the one which holds the coin-purse and 
vanity case, is 7 inches long by 4 inches 

wide. The pocket for the mirror is 5£ inches 
long by 3§ inches wide. (All of these dimen- 
sions are given without allowing for the 
half-inch seams.) 

The squares should be stitched on the 
machine, all the way round, before sewing 
to the lining. Then stitch them to the lining, 
leaving one edge open, as shown in the 

The completed lining is then stitched to 
the cover, on the wrong side, and leaving 
one end open (end C in the diagram), 
through which, when this "bag" is turned, 
the cardboard is inserted. Then the edge of 
the lining is turned 
in at end C and 
basted firmly over 
the end of the card- 
board. The cover 
material is also 
turned in and 
basted, and you 
over-hand the two. 
You are now 
ready for the gorea 
in the sides. They 
should be triangular 
in shape, with the 
ends slightly 
rounded. They are 
31 inches across the 
top and 5 inches 
long, divided with a line of stitching when 
you stitch it to the lining, leaving the left 
side 4 inches long and the right side 3 inches. 

Ridgefield, Conn. Winifred B. Osborn 

Third Prize — $2.00 

Dear Hazel Grey: I should like to enter the 
contest for Christmas suggestions, and sub- 
mit the following: 

The foundation for practically everything 
I make is enamel. Vases, glass candlesticks, 
enameled inside with a tiny spray of flowers 
trailing down the outside, very small glass 
salt and pepper shakers, with the sides 
painted alternately in contrasting colors, 
such as orange and black, crock sets deco- 
rated on the outside, coat hangers, with one's 
monogram in the middle, and mayonnaise 
jars with lids painted and labeled for spices, 
are a few suggestions that make very lovely 

Bath salts may be purchased and the 
bottle enameled to match one's toilet set. 
Or the entire set, consisting of bath-salts 
bottle, perfume atomizer, face-powder jar, 
talc box and cold cream jar, make a very 
nice gift for a girl. 

For vases I use maraschino-cherry bottles 
and pickle, olive and mustard bottles. I have 
persuaded the neighbors to save all they 
buy, and the number of interesting and well- 
shaped bottles to be found is very encourag- 
ing. They can be painted on the inside, or 
outside; the inside is preferable when they 
are to be used for decorative purposes only, 
and not to hold flowers. Be sure that the 
inside surface is very clean, and that there 
are no scratches, because they will show 
through. This method is simpler, because the 
paint can be poured in and run around on the 
sides, then poured out, without danger of 

Many shades of enamel can be purchased, 
but I find it more practical to buy a half- 
pint each of the primary colors; red, blue 
and yellow, as well as white and black. Then 
they can be mixed until the desired shade is 

If the vase is to be entirely of one color, 
except the top rim and small decorations 
paint it all over with the color selected; then, 
after it is thoroughly dry, paint the rim and 
decorations in a harmonizing shade. 

Many interesting decorations may be 
worked out. according to one's own fancy. I 
like to paint the fat, squatty vases a dull 
orange and decorate with dark brown or 
black, to resemble Indian pottery. 

Vases are prettier in sets of two, and are 
attractive for the bedroom, living-room or 
library, if enameled to match the color 
scheme of the room. 

One may find many simple articles in any 
five- and ten-cent store which, when enam- 
eled, are objects of art. Or, if one is handy at 
wood- working, such articles as tie racks, 
bookends, baby clothes hangers, animals on 
wheels for the youngsters and numerous 
novelties may be made of white wood and 

This work requires patience and practice 
for perfection, but is extremely enjoyable 
and well worth studying. 

Yours very sincerely, 

Grand Junction, Colo. Alicia- M. Eames 

{Continued on page 979) 

December 9, 1926 



on the Bath-room shelf 

"Years ago the old-fashioned 
mustard plaster was the favor- 
ite remedy for rheumatism, 
lumbago, colds on the chest 
and sore throat. 

It did the work , but was sticky and 
messy and burned and blistered. 

Musterole has tukea the place of the 
mustard plaster. 

Rub on this soothing ointment at the 
first cough or sniffle, at rheumatism's 
first warning tingle. 

Made from pure oil of mustard, with 
the blister and sting taken out, Mus- 
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the seat of trouble. 
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Dearest Adelaide: Behold the result of much 
scrimping and saving of my allowance — one 
of the new Moby Dick "berets" and a crew- 
neck sweater to take back with me to school. 
I spent the week-end at home and made the 
purchase in a few minutes between lunch 
and the theatre, too. I never decided on 
anything so quickly ! Betty was with me and 
accused me of being a slave to school style 
because everyone is wearing berets — well, 
why not? For the people who must always 
have a reason: they are very warm, take up 
no room, are practically rainproof, durable, 
neater than a hair net and very good-looking 
— I think. 

I tried on this brushed-wool set because its 
purple-blue shaded bands of color on the soft 
white background are really lovely. It re- 
minded me of a painting by Dodge Mc- 
Knight that I saw when the Art Class took 
a trip to the museum last fall — deep blue- 
lavender shadows in the pine woods on a 
very brilliantly sunny and snowy winter 

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day. Anyone who wore this for skiing would 
be a vision, but I decided that it would 
really only do for outdoors, and that I 
needed something that would go into class, 
and not make me look or feel like a polar 
bear out of place. 

The striped sweater is lovely, too. The 
shaded colorings are new, and the Student 
Prince collar a nice change from plain necks. 
What do you think of the tailored blouse? 
I don't recommend wearing it without a 
sweater, as it looks too severe. The tailored 
collar and cuff-link cuffs are just the thing 
to wear under a sweater, though. I think 
you'll like to know about these before you 
get ready to come on for Marion Webster's 
after-Christmas party. Do write to me soon. 
As ever, 

About Ordering: I shall be glad to go shopping for any of these for you if you 
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want. H. G. 

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Dear Hazel Grey: A doll pincushion is my 
suggestion, and it could be used to scent 
handkerchiefs, too, by substituting sachet 
powder for cotton inside the cushion. It is 
very easy to make, and it is an ideal gift. 

The necessary things are: some ribbon (I 
used a yard of pale-blue satin, 3$ inches 
wide), a doll (mine was a 5-inch Kewpie) 
and, of course, thread to match the ribbon, 
needle, thimble and scissors. 

First, measure around the doll with the 
ribbon, fold into tucks, cut and sew the ends 
together in the back. That covers the doll 
from chin to toes. (Sew tightly so that this 
covering will not slip). Next cut a piece of 
ribbon long enough to make the pincushion 
or sachet case when it is folded in half — you 
must use your judgment about the size of 
this, as a cushion of one size would not suit 
every doll! With the remaining rihbon make 
wings— a bow of ribbon sewed at its center 
to the center top of the cushion. Finally, sew 
the pincushion and wings in the back onto 
the ribbon that is around the doll. 

Myrna Temple 

Blue Earth, Minn. 

Special Pri%e — $i . o o 

Dear Hazel Grey: Your new contest sounds 
so interesting! I'm anxious to hear what 
some of the suggestions will be. 

A gift I think anyone who goes to parties 
would like is a "rainbow" handkerchief. 
They are made of net footing in pastel 
shades. The center of one color combination 
is blue. I gathered this, then sewed it to a 
piece of paper to keep it in place until the 
other colors were added. I selected pink for 
the second shade. It is gathered just enough 
to fit smooth. The third row is yellow, and 
the edge is lavender. It will go with almost 
any color of dress. 

I like to make a powder puff to go with 
them, making a set. I wrap a piece of mil- 
liner's wire frame with ribbon and bend it 
to form a handle. Then I sew this to the 
center of a powder puff. Next I gather the 
netting and sew it around the puff in rows, 
until the top is covered. The puff looks like 
a rainbow cloud and is ever so pretty! 

I do so hope my ideas will prove helpful 
to some one. 

Glad a Hagius 
Terrill, Tex. 

tyhis Little Lady- 

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You Faithfully 
for Many Years 


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Perhaps this littli u :, 1 -haired fox terrier 

would prefer to be chosen by some one who 
had a pond in the garden with lily pads 
and bullfrogs and even a goldfish or two 
in it. At any rate, he seems to find it very 
absorbing to watch something which is 
certainly not the camera 

This Airedale puppy and her chum, an 
English setter, were snapped just as they 
were Starting off for a morning stroll 
downtown — probably to go window shop- 
ping for the latest flyles in collars and 
sweaters! They felt rather shy about 
posing for a pilfure that so many people 
were going to see 

Do you like Highland terriers ? 
This is a piElure of "White 
Cloud of Mishkemon," and he 
has been an undefeatable cham- 
pion. He is not one of our prizes, 
of course, but if you like him 
here is your chance to win jufl 
such a Sturdy and loyal friend 

English setter pups from the 
Willowbrook Kennels consider 
that having their pictures taken 
for you is a pretty serious mat- 
ter when one of them might turn 
out to be a prize 

I [ ' mild you like to have a puppy like one of these? 



1. Wire-haired Fox Terrier 

2. Highland Terrier 

3. Airedale 

4. Collie 

5. Sealyham 

6. Scotch Terrier 

7. English Setter 

8. Cocker Spaniel 

9. Police Puppy 
10. Bull Terrier 



For the best letter of not more than 800 words on " Three of My Favorite 
Books and Why I Like Them" which carries out the contest rules success- 
fully, The Youth's Companion will buy and ship a puppy of the breed chosen 
from the above ten to the winner of this contest. The contest rules are: 

1. AGE LIMIT— No one over 13 
years of age on December 9, 1926, 
can compete. 

2. TIME LIMIT— The contest is 
all over at midnight on February 1, 
1927, and no contest entries that 
reach the desk of the Editor of the 
Puppy Contest after that time will 
even be opened. 

3. Letters must be neatly writ- 

4. Print your full name and ad- 
dress, your age and the date of your 
birth, and the name of your school, 
in the upper left-hand corner of your 
first sheet. 

5. Inclose a small snapshot or 
picture of yourself with your letter, 
if possible. If you want it returned, 
a stamped addressed envelope that 
fits it must be inclosed. 

6. Please inclose no other corre- 
spondence with your entries; if any- 
one does inclose a letter that calls 
for an answer, the entry will be ruled 
out of the contest at once and classed 
as correspondence onlyl 

7. No entry letters will be returned. 

Address your entry to: 

The Editor of the Puppy Contest 

8 A rlington Street 

Boston, Massachusetts 

If you think you might like a collie, juSl 
look at these two alert babies — potential 
Albert Payson Terhune heroes! There is 
nothing prettier or more full of good- 
natured fun than a collie pup, and unless 
you live in a small city house or apart- 
ment a collie would make a fine playmate 

"Where Do We Go From Here?" — 
Benefactor and Joy are two little sealyhams 
sold for the benefit of a hospital at a dog 
show in London not long ago. Would you 
like a sealyham 1 

Here is Pal, otherwise known as 
Hardtack. His brother, Peter 
Pan, lives at the White House 
with President and Mrs. Cool- 
idge. Pal felt in a fine mood 
when this' was taken, because he 
knows that wire-haired fox ter- 
riers and children go together 
like peaches and cream, and he 
grinned from ear to ear with 
delight when we told him that 
some one might win one of 
his family from The Youth's